Gollocsea

Ahoy, ye landlubbers! Listen close, for this world be no stranger to the turnin' tides of time. There've been ages of bloody battles, ages of grandeur, and ages ruled by tyrants and brave souls alike. But mark my words, this ain't one o' those golden eras. Nay, this be an age o' greed, vanity, and above all, ambition. 'Tis a time when kingdoms cling to power like barnacles to a ship's hull, when scallywags and cutthroats roam the seas without fear, takin' what they please while the markets dance to their tune. Aye, 'tis the age of thieves, privateers, and plunderers – the age of pirates. But beware, for the sea be a fickle mistress.   What say ye, young sailor? What know ye of the briny deep? Its secrets? Its terrors? The monstrous beasts that lurk below, the gods above who command the waves, and the storms born of their eternal clash. Many a soul meets its end in these waters. How will ye fare, I wonder? Will ye hang by the neck? Will the sea swallow ye whole? Will ye haunt these waters beyond the veil of death, or join the stars above? Only time will tell.   But for now, there be but one course for ye to chart. Gather yer greed, yer ambition, and all yer selfish desires, and set sail across the wide expanse of the world. Plunder and pillage as ye see fit! Seize all the riches this world has to offer and then some! Not just the azure sea, but the fiery seas, the celestial seas, and even the astral realm itself! But mind ye, ye'll have competition aplenty.