Point-of-View: Damien Romer
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Well...this is boring. A hundred years have passed since I killed Shiro...and nothing of note has really happened in the time since then.
Today's the 5th of January, 1822, and I was currently in the Rustlands throne room, having just got done having an orgy with fifteen newly married women, while their husbands were tied up in the corners of the room and made to watch.
Things have advanced and progressed quite drastically in the last century, there were a few people who defied and resisted me, but I put them under my control and forced them to do my bidding.
And after that, everyone else has been happy to do as I say, since you know, they don't want to die or have their free will stripped away.
That said, pretty much every human who was alive back then are dead now, though the members of the other races have mostly remained the same, excluding the ones that I've killed, of course.
