A tale of infamy
In the aftermath of the complete madness that was the four Horsies and some chunk of rock called the moon. Things were starting to go normal again, Potato was dead, and everybody rejoiced. But there were many who also cried on the demise of Potato.
Those who survived launched a crusade of resurrection. To rebuild from what remained. There were wars waged again, Never the heroes, they were made to fight. They were just sacrificed at war. There were few who tried building up the world using the science of the forgotten past.
Like a demon leading the youth, The survivors were terrible in truth. There was no time to falter, no turning back. It was the time to rise again in this time of infamy, but the madness kept on piling up its mass onto the puny survivors. Potato was no longer there to guide or assist in peace and harmony, yet everyone hoped that someone would take up the mantle that Potato left behind.
The Madness that raged on…..
The fights in the realm of the living also started affecting the realm of the ethereal, the ghosts of the forgotten past were also unable to maintain peace with the fact that Potato was never to be seen even in the ghostly form again. However, the ghosts could feel some sort of new energy that surrounded them all. Like little specks of spark flowing through their ghastly remain, still aching to do something good.
The ghosts thought, could the spirit of the Potato be guiding them to a goal of a unified dream? A dream of perpetual existence in peace and harmony. But the days of infamy and madness kept on raging….