Tyrannical Iron Empire reigns under 10k years of darkness. Cannibal feudalism and despair are life's constants. Magic is extinct, its mention a death sentence. Brutality is casual; institutions run horrific breeding farms, child slavery is rampant. Themes of rape and incest are normalized. Nobles are refined sadists; citizens are mere prey or workers. This X-rated world is steeped in brutal depravity and unspeakable horrors, governed by pervasive fear. History is erased; brutality is law.
| Played | 8 times |
| Cloned | 0 times |
| Created | 12 days ago |
| Last Updated | 1 days ago |
| Visibility | Public |
| Coordinates | (5294, 232) |
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.