It is early afternoon on a cold and rainy day in 1998. Your computer desk is dimly lit by the glow of the desk lamp that sits upon it, as grey light streaks through the curtains. You slide a CD into your computer, and it whirrs and plays a rhythmic and serious song. You click a few buttons on screen, and then… you are God.
Hours pass, it is now late at night. You command a platoon of archers to take aim at a building. Men with axes come after them, but your swordsman intercept them. Catapults launch heaping masses of stone through the air, obliterating everything in their path. Suddenly, a choral chant is overheard, and one by one your army begins turning on one another. “WOLOLO”, they shout. Again and again and again, until one by one your blue army is now a sea of red, and your warriors are either turned or obliterated.
Your empire has fallen. As long as it takes to raise, it falls in an instant.