Chaos has taken over this land.
Only those who remain fight to rebuild their town. Assassins are running rampant, if they outnumber the villagers then all will be lost.
The town woke up in the morning not noticing any bodies.
Until they gazed upon the Church.
Risings head impaled on the cross. His life left in a note stapled to the door. It read:
You are a Villager. Innocent aligned. You win with the town.
The town was in dismay at this horrendous act of violence. They prayed for a King. And there he was. Postage. The King.
POSTAGE IS THE KING. HE WILL DECIDE WHO DIES.
It is now day 1.