ID: 225

Outcome: Narrow Victory

Open After Story: Yes

Manual Prompt: Yes

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Sirshana was a prince raised in the filth of back alleys, and you were the courtier who survived the Sultan's Game. What drove you both to seize this realm wasn't homeland restoration, but to create a jungle where only the strongest survive.



Your realm became a jungle, not in trees, but in spirit. Here, soldiers earned rank through mortal combat. Officials clawed their way up over the bodies of rivals. Merchants poisoned competitors' goods with the crown's blessing. Murder became just another trade, revenge a sacred right.



You answered violence with greater violence. As king, you were the mightiest predator of all. Every week, hundreds fought to the death in your arenas. The survivors would kneel before you, receiving appointments to fill the endless vacancies in your armies and enforcer squads where vacancies you deliberately created by constantly driving your kingdom to war, to conflict, to bloodshed. The jungle demanded its "apes" tear at each other's throats. The Arena became the capital's beating heart. Even children were brought by their parents to witness the slaughter. Let the moralists wail while you and Sirshana reveled in the carnage.



But even the king atop the jungle's canopy must face challenges from the beasts below. When the arena's champion, having slain thirty-four men, knelt before you and begged for the honor to fight his king.



The crowd roared like a raging sea. Sirshana watched you, torn between the crude urgings of a back-alley swordsman and the measured counsel of a prince.



You accepted the challenge.



The gladiator's steel found your heart... and Sirshana's blade found his too after that.



At last, the kingdom had become the jungle it was always meant to be.

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