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>>46681794"These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.” -- Guru John Muir
The Celestial Empire of California, once a glorious bastion of civilization and culture in North America slips further and further into chaos. Corruption and every kind of evil grows in the hearts of men. The Emperor is a decadent fool, and the Imperial Protectors fight only for their own gain, caring not for the words of the Emperors and Gurus past, nor for the cries of the people they are tasked by heaven to protect. A mad monk, Francis Ma Chao, preaches that the Imperial Family has lost its celestial mandate, and that he has been sent from above to take the Imperial throne and rule all under heaven as the sun rules the sky, as the true son of heaven.
You are Darius Walker, a Bajacalifornio monk of the Way of the Dove, the Cetic path that teaches peace, a respect for nature, voluntary poverty and charity, and encourages liberal partaking of a certain meditational herb. You revere the Gurus Kristos, Gandi, Marli, Muir, and others.
When you were a boy, your parents, middle class Tijuana merchants, shipped you off to a monastery deep in the Joshua Tree Forest of the Mojave, for a tax write off. Unfortunately for you, monasticism also meant you were disinherited, and could gain no benefit from the newfound profits of your family. Being the middle child of a large family of boys doesn't pay.
You recently finished your studies, and have taken the vows of the dove. Today, the abbot of your monastery called you in for a sudden meeting.
