Mine is more of a story...
It's about the Thukker, the Brutor and the Nefantar.
Everything was fine, the sun was shining in Pator and the tribals were having hell of a time running around hitting each other with sticks and partying the nights away. So the winter was coming and all of them started building houses, the Thukker was a wandering kind so he didn't bother to build a proper house, he just put together a hut out of straw and mud. The Brutor was the more sedentary type, and because it was the best with hitting the other tribes with sticks they built his own house from sticks. The Nefantar were the smartest and they got the Sebiestor to plan them a house made of stone, he traded the Krusual for the stones with the help of the Vherokior and had the Starkmanir help them build their house. Then in the middle of the longest winter the Day of Darkness came. The Amarr ships landed on the ground blowing away the huts of the Thukker, all they could do is run away and run away they did until to this very day. The Brutor took the sticks that they made their house of and started hitting the Amarrians with them. The Amarrians laughed and enslaved them. The Amarrians went after the Sebiestor, the Krusual, the Vherokior and the Starkmanir, they ran to the Nefantar and knocked on his door. He let them in. Then the Amarrians came to his house of stone, burned down the door with lasers and enslaved them.
Le Fin.
