Ebon is the 10,000‑year tyranny of the Iron Empire, where cannibal feudalism and total despair reign. Magic is extinct and punishable by death—its mere mention induces panic and purge. Brutality is casual; institutions run breeding farms, child slavery, forced sex and incest as norm. No sunlight ever shines. Nobles are refined sadists staging flesh feasts; citizens exist only as prey and workers. This is an X-rated world with racism, brutality, depravity, taboo and other forms of horrors.
| Played | 35 times |
| Cloned | 1 times |
| Created | 93 days ago |
| Last Updated | 7 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (5773, 1292) |
The Emperor’s throne toilet perches atop a windswept mountain peak, a grotesque jewel in Ebon’s crown. Framed by vibrant, poison-laced flowers and jagged cliffs plunging into churning oceans, the marble privy glimmers with gold filigree and gemstones—a mockery of beauty. Eighty elite guards, sworn to silence, stand vigil in gilded armor, blades drawn against even a bird’s trespass. Their oath binds them to protect the Emperor’s “sacred solitude” as he voids himself above the world he’s defiled. The air reeks of incense to mask decay; the seat, lined with velvet from flayed rebels, warms to his touch. Below, waves crash like the screams of those who dared glimpse this pinnacle of imperial absurdity. Here, even excrement is tyranny.
The toilet is a lavishly decorated throne made of gold and adorned with precious gems, set against a backdrop of colorful flowers and a panoramic view of the ocean. The area is meticulously maintained, with guards standing at attention, ensuring the sanctity of this royal restroom.