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There are three laws of order that bind us. They are the three fetters that protect us from true omnipotence and corruption

We are the vessels of power. Every force that exists on this planet falls under one's dominion. That force exists because that one exists, and whether or not that one is directly controlling his force, the force will continue to exist and act on its own, unless harnessed.

We are the sowers of life. Every living thing on this planet has a life and a soul. These lives are the fuel for our power. Without them we are nothing. They can serve us in living and in dying, but in either case we need their life. They are our fuel and our support.

We are the amplifiers of nature. We are singular and unique. By harnessing the forces and the energy around us we create miracles both malicious and benign. We are not without limitations, and we must not break ourselves. We would tip the very world off its axis.





Welcome. I am the craftsman, and I am the only neutral party here. I hold all the keys and I know all the answers, though I promise you I am far from omnipotent. I am not a God. I created this world that you see before you, although I have spent much in doing so. You are the sole purpose for my feeble creation. I have merely planted a seed in arid soil, you are my gardeners.

I did not place you here, though I am lucky that you came. The nature of your existence remains ambiguous even to me, and this seed has many secrets that even I do not know. It shall be an interesting thing, indeed, to see how you all shape this place.

What is this place, you ask? Well, that's the one question that's easy for me to answer. You are standing on a new world. Although I assure you that it extends far beyond this lump of sand and rock that you stand on now. There are beings here, as well. Not to mention a few other creatures that I took the liberty of creating. Consider them building blocks. I know that sounds terribly cold, but it's the truth. There are people who look very much like you or me here. I have placed them in their own small gardens, but those won't last very long. They are new and confused, they need guidance and direction.

What are you, you ask? That is not so easy. You should not focus on the trivialities of your existence. Instead ask, 'what is my purpose?' Your purpose lays in those poor misguided souls who you sense now in their pathetic walled gardens. You've got a fresh start here, exile. Make good use of it.