The Regime
First an order in this plane, commanded by one of Evil. This command is driven by A Spirit. The Regime is formed. They march under A banner I will not utter. Slaves to The Principle. They are an army commanding through Fear. Fear is the driving spirit leading them, making paths by destroying. leaving behind the bodies of all who stood in its way. Gravity bends around him, and all Spance in brought in on itself. the Regime is marching upon us.
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