With the swing of a wrench,
Brometheus's vision of a perfect world was shattered.
His utopia brought down, the rebellion had won.
The rebellion that had so badly wanted to make its mark
was the only thing remaining.
Devoid of a leader, smaller voices grew louder:
some fun, some creative,
some strident, some stuck in the past.
Each thought they knew where to take this brave new world.
But the voices grew dissonant
and several factions emerged,
vying for land,
vying for fans,
and anything else they could get their grubby paws on.
Little is left in this world; only one question remains:
where will you leave your mark?
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