Once upon a time two great alliances of nations fought a long and bitter war in a clash of good against evil. Eventually the forces of light won, and all that remained was one small nation led by evil rulers that would not surrender, no matter what the cost to their nation.



In their wisdom, the greatest nation in the forces of light decided that it would be wrong to drag the battle out longer than was necessary and decimate those whose only fault was to have been duped by evil men, and so they got their mightiest wizards to rain fire upon their two of their enemy's cities, and the enemy leaders realised their folly and capitulated at once.



Knowing that prosperity encourages peace, the wise men of the great nation went into the conquered nation and helped rebuild it, letting the people rule themselves and build a future for their nation. In time, they began to prosper thanks to hard work and ingenuity, and eventually they became a mighty trading nation, far surpassing any level of wealth they might have otherwise expected.



Unfortunately the clash of old and new cultures gave rise to value system that neither culture would have been happy with. Indeed, some of these new fetishes were so virulently immoral they could be described as a plague. And like any plague, they could spread far beyond where they were spawned, infecting entirely new cultures unused and unprotected from their effects.



This is a story about one such plague, and how it has reached our shores.