“They gave me a gun, but I took the world,” he shouted from his gold gilded throne. Below him three thousand men and women lowered their heads to the floor.

“Long live the Emperor, strong and almighty,” the thousands chanted at the floor.

“With peace the ultimate goal, I took each country from their oppressive rulings.”

“Long live the Emperor, peaceful and fair.”

“I rescued my children from their lives of poverty and crime.”

“Long live the Emperor, charitable and true.”

Below the capital city suspended above Paris, what was France was covered in slums.What had once been called Africa had fallen back into despair. Across North America, a thousand mass crematoriums had been built for the fallen.

Inside his iron fortress, the world’s Emperor looked down upon his people with a smile on his face, unknowing of the chaos that enraptured their lives.