Then the monarchy that ruled the kingdom revealed their laziness and greed. They sought to charge people for menial help. They insulted their subjects, called them children.
Some of those subjects would simply not stand for it. They gathered their meager possessions and left, after other subjects did so before them. They set sail for the smaller, yet plentiful land of Interplosion.
They built up a small settlement there. And in time, others came. Some from the land of Unficktin, others still travelling on directions given by word of mouth alone.
But as time went on, problems began to sprout, as they sometimes, unfortunately do when a kingdom grows.
Suddenly our kingdom was subject to great infighting, seemingly out of nowhere. And in time, some left on their own. Others were shamed into leaving.
And now we begin, slowly, to turn into the great kingdom we sought shelter from.
We were a respectable place once. Now look at us. Squabbling like children. Pointing fingers and calling names. And now people are leaving. People that were here from the start are leaving.
Perhaps we can change in time.
This is not my farewell. I'll stay because I feel I must. I still have friends here, ones that I hope to keep.
But things are spiraling far too out of control.
We need to step back and look at what we are.