The Eating of our ruler

War and poverty have taken our people apart as the war against our rivals bodes badly. Misery and misfortune have a tight grip upon our people as angry mobs roam the street demanding retribution for the incompetence of our ruler. Despite our best efforts and the security of the Palatial Complex, the angry peasants broke into the gardens, and shortly after our dear ruler attempted to give one final deprived and ineffective speech about unity and love, their mistress was promptly crushed by the enraging masses. \n\nOnce the massacre was over, the unruly mob turned its gaze on our ruler and reached out, like a mad animal. The body would later be cut up into pieces, parts of it were sold in the markets and some radical elements of the crowd would even drive their gnawing teeth into their's bare, succulent flesh. Such are the dangers of incompetent ruleship at times of war...