The North PacificBoard

There was a city in the center of a cursed country. Fifty million citizens lived there in despair, bewildered slaves of a cruel queen who laughed at their sorrow and fed on their hopes. The city’s endless twisted architecture and broken skies scream the cruelties of the witch, the beat of drums and demented laughter of her minions mocking what came before and what would continue sense. The endless tramp of her dolls under tattered flags, the screaming nonsense of the witch’s spokespeople, the calls for war against nothing and nobody railed into the skies. This is the realm of the witch, and the mad, delighted, laughing despair that it contained cannot be described.

The witch sat alone on her throne, her crawling puppets playing at her feet. Her blank porcelain face displaying the same wide smile, her skeletal ribcage cavernous to hold a small factory. Her hands are coated in cobwebs, her throne glimmering with the weight of her sigils and spells. Three courtiers, mindless familiars that serve her will, stand nearby, looming over the dolls and minions of the witch queen with blank, expressionless faces. They are in contemplation. No longer does the vast populace of Daki satiate the witch queen, no more do the sorrows of her people content her. Now, a new source of sorrow and despair must be created, and how to go about it is the question.

The doors creak open, and two dolls enter, their pointed spears delicately held at the chest of a young man. He was nervous and delighted at the same time, his sandy hair wet with sweat. The two animal ears that marked him as a citizen of Daki flicked nervously, his eyes widening as he obtains his first glimpse of the witch Queen.

The familiars glance at him, and with a single voice they caledl, in a soft tone that grates against the babblings of the witch’s lesser creatures; “We have summoned you because you have found a way for us to bring punishment upon the cursed, what have you found?”

The man swallowed, bowing low. “My Beloved and All-Knowing Queen, we in the department of planning have located a goal. If you could consider it, I would be most grateful.”

The throned witch says nothing, her blank face smiling with a mocking silence. Her head, cut in half where her eyes would be, nods slightly, crushing into black blood the minions playing on her collarbone.

“With all due respect. If we formed an alliance with outside actors, we could join their petty games, bringing ruin to whoever the humans decide to pick a fight with. Slowly spreading your blessings to the world until there is nothing left but your grace!” The man yells, ignoring the slender spears stabbing at his chest. “I understand it is a defilement of our cause, but please my beautiful queen, consider it!”

With a sweep of skeletal hand, the Witch Queen gestures to her familiars. They bow, their hidden faces showing only a small smile. As the young man is ushered out, the sounds of laughter start again, a growing giggle from a thousand throats. The despair of the world would be soon, and the Foolish Witches laughed in delight.

A month later, the secretive and closed realm of Daki released an international announcement. The commision of an international syndicate, for safeguarding the interests of nonhuman and human influence. The message read as follows;

THE REALM OF DAKI COMMUNICATIONS DEPARTMENT
The realm of Daki is delighted to establish FLOOF, an international syndicate for the wellbeing of all, headed by our lovely Queen. All are welcome to our lovely group, which shall bring the world to a standstill. Join us in our revelry and glorious tradition in common defense and the absolute subjugation of all who would defy us! We in Daki eagerly await your applications, do not disappoint us.