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Orc Farm: Evolution
6 years ago
It's been a while since I kidnap Orcs for my pleasure, so I'm going to start again. The Master Series is a long story, part 3 is not the end but a good cliffhanger, so from there I ought to commission for more cattle to add to the Farm.
Overseer Cyb's Personal Log: 19841
Overseer Fable has the support of His Name Most Divine on congregating defeated Orcish tribes for further domestication, turning them from humanity's greatest enemies into our greatest scapegoats. As I write, the Marble Gate of our glorious capital opened wide to welcome our triumphant army, as well as the living trophies dragging behind. No doubt marching these war criminals through overwhelming masses and civilization advancement would cow them throughly before receiving reeducation at the Farm.
I questioned Fable's decision in stripping these Orcs naked prior to our parade. Streets of capital demand decency! Yet, Fable convinced me when he said he wanted the populace to see the pigs in their most ridiculous form, therefore reduce the number of sympathizers. It's true, there has been outcries about how our government mistreats non-humans with cruel and unusual punishments. I suppose living in peace and riches had also made people stupid, we're fighting a war here!
With my nod, Fable quickly assembled necessary documents for approval; it's a formality, really, consider His Name Most Wise never denied Fable's requests. What worried me though is the amount of tools required for this homecoming: Torture kit of "Seven Widows" (handmade by those grunting Northerns), "Pumpkin" potions (infamous aphrodisiac of Scalies and a Beast-Kinds), and Scrolls of Absolute Restrain (written by Royal Academy of Arcane Arts, valued 100x more than its weight in platinum). There were even Dwarven contraptions amongst the pile, illegible inventions created by sordid scientists who sold their Mountain King for our grace. Gut feeling tells me that my brother Naihem who works at the Dwarf Farm had a hand in this. Sick little bastard.
Fable said they're all necessary parts of this game; yes, that's the word he used, clearly official businesses and law-craft are nothing more than playground to him, like a cat prefers living preys, except he never eats them. Fable jokingly told me this is a "cultural melting pot" where every race and creed is responsible for each other's downfall, contributes to the Empire's prosperity as a whole. I call bullshit, though I'm sure plenty of people will find his litany convincing, the crowd outside certainly erased that little doubt I had with cheers, jeers, and sneers.
Humans are innately arrogant and sadistic, we are perfect for this job.
My daughter has been nagging me about getting ourself a slave, "Because most of my classmates have at least one." Perhaps it was a mistake to send her to a school for nobility, better education always comes with harsher comparisons. She wants an Orc or a Beast-Kind because they are "big and hairy and ridable." Two year ago she wanted an unicorn, funny how kids grow up these days.
Carol and I want a Dwarf; practicality over fantasy. Maybe once I earn enough here I could own both.
For love and for Family
Overseer Cyb
Addendum - I never told my daughter that His Name Most Just personally slew the last of the living unicorns. I never will. May Emperor forgive me for conceiving this secret in writing.
Overseer Cyb's Personal Log: 19841
Overseer Fable has the support of His Name Most Divine on congregating defeated Orcish tribes for further domestication, turning them from humanity's greatest enemies into our greatest scapegoats. As I write, the Marble Gate of our glorious capital opened wide to welcome our triumphant army, as well as the living trophies dragging behind. No doubt marching these war criminals through overwhelming masses and civilization advancement would cow them throughly before receiving reeducation at the Farm.
I questioned Fable's decision in stripping these Orcs naked prior to our parade. Streets of capital demand decency! Yet, Fable convinced me when he said he wanted the populace to see the pigs in their most ridiculous form, therefore reduce the number of sympathizers. It's true, there has been outcries about how our government mistreats non-humans with cruel and unusual punishments. I suppose living in peace and riches had also made people stupid, we're fighting a war here!
With my nod, Fable quickly assembled necessary documents for approval; it's a formality, really, consider His Name Most Wise never denied Fable's requests. What worried me though is the amount of tools required for this homecoming: Torture kit of "Seven Widows" (handmade by those grunting Northerns), "Pumpkin" potions (infamous aphrodisiac of Scalies and a Beast-Kinds), and Scrolls of Absolute Restrain (written by Royal Academy of Arcane Arts, valued 100x more than its weight in platinum). There were even Dwarven contraptions amongst the pile, illegible inventions created by sordid scientists who sold their Mountain King for our grace. Gut feeling tells me that my brother Naihem who works at the Dwarf Farm had a hand in this. Sick little bastard.
Fable said they're all necessary parts of this game; yes, that's the word he used, clearly official businesses and law-craft are nothing more than playground to him, like a cat prefers living preys, except he never eats them. Fable jokingly told me this is a "cultural melting pot" where every race and creed is responsible for each other's downfall, contributes to the Empire's prosperity as a whole. I call bullshit, though I'm sure plenty of people will find his litany convincing, the crowd outside certainly erased that little doubt I had with cheers, jeers, and sneers.
Humans are innately arrogant and sadistic, we are perfect for this job.
My daughter has been nagging me about getting ourself a slave, "Because most of my classmates have at least one." Perhaps it was a mistake to send her to a school for nobility, better education always comes with harsher comparisons. She wants an Orc or a Beast-Kind because they are "big and hairy and ridable." Two year ago she wanted an unicorn, funny how kids grow up these days.
Carol and I want a Dwarf; practicality over fantasy. Maybe once I earn enough here I could own both.
For love and for Family
Overseer Cyb
Addendum - I never told my daughter that His Name Most Just personally slew the last of the living unicorns. I never will. May Emperor forgive me for conceiving this secret in writing.
To this day, no one of my rank and file knows his goal, assuming he has one, all we know is that he is to be obeyed without hesitation. Those who disobeyed ended up receiving the same treatment as the rest of our cattle. Sad fate indeed, not one I wish to endure. So long as I get paid and have my occasional fun, I'm as eager as the next Overseer in torturing these not-so-innocent beasts.