[b]The Society, Population 302, Era of Cthugha the Sleeper.[/b]	

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The cruel sun shimmered across the endless dunes of sand revealing the strange village. It sits below a large dune and protrudes out of the desert sands like a corpse in an ill-made grave. Strange monoliths stood up above the mud-brick homes on their dunes. Vile and filthy slaves bearing spherical masks crawled out of their dens by their cruel master's demand. Corpses of rotting animals plagued the place as the equally strange inhabitants wandered out of their homes and met at town center to share a meal with one another. Twas the morning and the endless desert sands began to take a strange pinkish color. The ministers and men of state sat above discussing important matters of their government and society while screams and laughter rang about below them. Oh what an odd sight it was. And suddenly, silence. The town became silent as Mr. Marsh sat upon the tall podium once again. "Joy" he screamed "Joy and ecstasy, my friends. Our time has come. Our time to rule this world and all others! No more shall we sit content on our little piece of desert. No more shall we sit idle while there is a land to explore, and perhaps, even conquer. So, my comrades, embrace your hunger, your lust, your desire. This world is ours for the taking!"
	The crowd rang out in screams and chants. It was an odd sight indeed.