- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The gears of Gorgoroth churn once more. The dust is brushed away, and the nation state springs from the ashes. Industry induces continuous tremors on the earth, making the landscape formidable. Smoke and fire rise to be seen from all around. Old designs are tossed aside and new are forged to achieve this new motive.
Excommunicado, spectral and shrouded in shadow ascended the highest tower in Gorgoroth to lay his hateful gaze across the horizon. He purses his ethereal lips and narrows his gaze in the direction of his arch nemesis, Blue Elite.
"Mishelle,step up production by 235 percent."
"Sir, thats impossible."
"Do it."
"Ok."