There was a tavern, located somewhere in the State Of Apathy, where knights and damsels, wizards and monks, could all eat and drink together and escape the evil outside, which was depressing and bewildering, to say the least. No one had the desire to do anything about anything in The State Of Apathy, except escape the reality that they lived day after day and the only place to do that was the tavern.
The tavern was owned and operated by the government and the drinks were free. The government did not want the people to concern themselves with the unjust wars they were fighting, the innocent civilians that were being killed, by the taking over of sovereign governments in order to loot their natural resources and to settle old grudges with leaders of foreign lands. With the townspeople so focused on their own lives, the government of The State Of Apathy could do all of its evil works under the cloak of darkness, while the people made merry.
The townspeople were mesmerized by the steady flow of lies they were receiving from their dark government and the tedium of their own lives.
The knights, who could have uprooted the evil government, were living it up in the tavern, drinking, laughing and making merry and no one seemed to care, until…the day.
The day came like any other day. The evil government, attacked one foreign land too many, which outraged the world, who gathered their forces and made war with The State Of Apathy, invading their land, killing it’s people and treating them the way they had treated captives of other nations.
As the people of The State Of Apathy cried out for a champion to rise up and defend them, there was only silence. Most of the townspeople were now captives themselves and now cared for the first time, in a long time about something other than their merriment…their ass! Now that they were awakened from their slumber, they could begin planning how they were going to escape from their oppressors. But they had to plan at night, because during the day…they were slaves.