Craftwars

"Tyranny. The only thing we have known for the past 200 years. A world controlled by the supernatural, where the food chain has flipped on its head. Humans became mere calves and cattle. Many have tried and failed... Governments. Countries and Empires alike have rose and fallen, forced under servitude of this tyrant. What makes you different, Lone owl?" "Nothing. Nothing at all" "... You may not be as lucky as I am young man. I dare not even venture one step back into that forsaken stretch." "I will return. I promise." "I hope so" The world has completely inverted. Reality has become fiction, people and aliens exist. Only one rules them all. And one will break it.