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Prologue
The air was hot and destitute. The browning plant life sizzled in the sun. They seemed to stretch outward yearning for any form of relief from their misery. The only sign of spirit remaining in this apocalyptic waste was the cacti.
Standing tall and strong, Nothinging seemed to make the proud cacti cower. Rulers of the desert. Nobel plants resilient enough to handle whatever mother nature throws at them. Blooming radiant flowers belonging more to a tropical paradise rather than a desolate wasteland. Heavily ladened with sweet juicy pears. The cacti possessed thick armor with thousands of razor sharp needles ready to jump to the defense of the cacti should any daring creature get close enough to attempt to steal any of its gifts.
The most ancient and powerful of the cacti tribes are the Carnegiea Gigantea. These ancient cacti have been growing and expanding as long as the sun has set and the moon has risen, As long as the river Nile has flown across the Egyptian river banks. The wisest and most ancient of this tribe was called Heliozathrious. Heliozathrious’s wise rulings guided and preserved the cacti peace for a millenia.
Heliozathrious was loved and cherished by most, but not all. Not all cacti tribes embraced the long period of peace and harmony with welcoming arms. In Fact many harbored malevolent feelings and thoughts. Some felt that the power the Carnegiea Gigantea held was too great. Others felt deep envy for how prosperous and bountiful they had become, even in times of great hardship. These feelings and actions are concerning on their own, but mixed together in an angry cocktail they become more dangerous by a tenfold.
One tribe began to plot and rally the other tribes into great action. The word had soon reached all corners of the cacti world. The tribe that started it all? Why that was the Blossfeldia Lilliputana. This is the story of how a small minority toppled a regime. This is the tale of the Cacti Revolution.