After two straight days of marching across the grasslands, the band of men and women searching for the savages takes their first rest. The small group of 12 set up a village of tents within only a few moments. Large furs were rolled out from giant creatures they had slain and torches encircled the camp to improve vision of anything moving in their direction.
People stood and cheered as the mouth of the gods closed above. They looked to me as their savior, but only the gods themselves knew the truth. You see, the blood on my hands is from the righteous. Nameless heroes lay dead at my feet. I am their greatest fear, and the fuel for their hate. Like a wave returning to sea, the men, women, and children bow before me, their lord, king, and villain. Welcome to my Scorched Kingdoms.
Finally picking back up where I left off with my game creation memoirs. First, if somehow you have finished all the steps, you are a lot better at this than me and should just leave now. Second, you are ready to show your game to the world.