Here we stand, at the final frontier. The youngest of us has perished, leaving only two ancient forces, who have very different beliefs. On one side, we have a force who would win their battles through diplomacy and mergers of a gigantic scale. On the other, a veteran tribe, who has marched their hordes across the entire northern expanse. The two are doomed to fight, until only one remain. We are entering the final stages of our world, our world of 48.

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We of world 48, are obstinate and stubborn, unwilling to accept change, whether good or bad. Our most common reactions are those of disbelief and denial, closely followed by a powerful urge to take vengeance, on anyone, and everyone. Our tribal wars careers are fueled by these things, and more often than not, the actions we take to rectify, are irrational and overbearing. We have a powerful need to hate, even when the reasons for the hatred are long past. Our most virile battles are fought with words, with our achievements on the field of battle, being only an extension. We are a world that lacks adaptation. We are, World 48. Read the rest of this entry →