To my dearest readers:
One might have hoped that with the passage of time, our beloved Imperial crown would’ve shed the shackles of tyranny and embraced reason. Yet alas, here we are once again, greeted this week not with reform, but with the literary equivalent of a slap to the face: Lex Tiberi.
Yes, I refer to the newest lawbook so graciously bestowed upon us by His Imperial Highness and his ever-so-precious progeny. A text so vile, so fundamentally absurd, one must wonder whether it was drafted during a fever dream or a particularly cruel drinking game.
Among its many atrocities: the classification of entire races as lesser. An increase in taxes targeted at non-humans. An absurd tangle of regulations designed not to protect, but to control. Is this the future the Empire envisions? A fractured society built upon fear, hierarchy, and state-sponsored discrimination?
To this, I say: how dreadfully uninspired.
And while I am but a humble writer with no legion to command or sword to raise, I wield a far deadlier weapon than that, the truth. And here it is:
The Emperor is the most egocentric, self-absorbed man to ever walk the continent.
And frankly, I’ve met humbler liches.
One cannot help but snicker at the grandiose title "Emperor of Mankind" a name fit not for a ruler, but a tyrant mid-delusion. If you must declare yourself emperor of everyone, perhaps it's time to ask why no one actually wants you to be.
So, my dear readers, if you've read the Lex Tiberi and felt a strange mixture of nausea and rage, know this: you are not alone. Keep your eyes open, your pens sharp, and your voices louder than ever. History has never been kind to tyrants, and this one is no different.
Yours in eternal disobedience
Lady Whistle
