Dear slaves,

The time has come. The future beckons like a fair lady at riverside, beguiling us forward to the ultimate tests of destiny, tests that will define who we are and what we can do. These tests will not be easy, and I must alert you that they will take their toll on you. Enemies may ravage your flocks, destroy your crops, burn your houses, kill your families, and even kill you, but I assure you, that I will be watching over you, ensuring that you deaths are not without purpose and will go down in the annals of my history book rough draft and be read by bored scholars for many hours to come. We are in this apart, and your sacrifices will be for the greater good.

As such, to unify your bodies and gather your morale, I order you all to report to the Plains of Waste and bring with you your every belonging, from the toothpick to your pickax, from the pencil to the oak beam, and wait in the shadow of the Mountain of Doom at the edge of the Forest of Lawyers for mine divine arrival. Together, you will build a tower, a grand palace, a monstrous edifice in my glory to show our future enemies just how powerful I really am as the tower will radiate my omnipotence for light years around, and anyone who looks upon it shall be awed.

Finally, as you collect your holdings, I urge you not to see the taxcollector who knocks at your door and asks to see your floor, for he will not lay a finger on you, only on the few coins you have buried under the living room dirt, and will soon leave. The soldiers who enter your house uninvited and take over your foodstuffs will only be there for your protection, and while they may slay the odd cow or ten, they will be able to listen to your every word.

It pains me that such great measures needed to be taken, however I once again assure you, this is for my own good, and all shall benefit from my own happiness. This will be a hard journey, but it is always darkest before the dawn, and I have faith that if you work together at your fullest, at least I shall survive, and that is good enough.

You're welcome.

May my hands bless you as thine sweat blesses mine, Your Divine Monarch,

EmperorWhenua the World-Smith, Judge, Jury and Executioner, Impeacher of Immutable Souls and Devourer of Iconoclastic Insinuators