[ WP ] The hero was killed , the princess was sacrificed , and the evil king rules the land . For the average citizen , though , things have taken a turn for the better .

`` The gods were angry. Very angry. 
 
 War was everywhere; monsters fought men, pestilence fought men, other men fought men. And this, of course, is not counting any of the wars that mankind as a whole was not involved in. Crops were failing as those who could pluck crops from the drying earth were themselves plucked, destined to make it moist with their blood. 
 
 The past king, the false king, was weak. His advisor, our true king, was the one making the decisions at the time anyway. Some deemed them questionable, from an ethological standpoint, but they turned out to be quite correct. He may have demanded almost every scrap of a pitiful grain harvest to be delivered to the castle, but when the so-called resistance's so-called hero went insane and set fire to the granaries of several closely-situated towns, the king was in a position to save the starving population with food he would not otherwise have had. Such is the gift of foresight that he possesses. And to strike the madman down personally? To fight fire with his flaming sword? Such is his prowess in combat. 
 
 There were many who did not recognise the blight of the land as the gods' manifest anger. Many. But many died in the wars, and they are no more. They were the resistance movement. Resistance at its finest is the cause of lost energy, not a cause of change. Our king has returned us to peace, in the only way possible- the ritual sacrifice of the false king's daughter. The gods were pleased. The monsters help us plow the fields now; they are a gift. They are on our side, now. 
 
 Yes, the gods are appeased, and among them sits our lord. Time is as it was before the wars of anger. Our lands are recovering. Our taxes are greater than before, but we willingly give. We want development. We want infrastructure. We want entertainment after our hard work. And thus, the first of many such vital additions to our cities, I open this building.'' 
 
 
 -Speech from the high priest of the ~~dark~~ *perfectly regular* gods, before opening the city's first dedicated slave-run brothel.
