Thirty years ago today the world changed, or at least that's what they tell me. The German empire was at war with France, old France that is, and that's when it happened. They say it started in Paris. One minute the Prussians are shelling the city, next they're fighting hell's own.
There is no explanation for what followed, an ice age? Tectonic activity? Gods wrath? It doesn't matter. The seas retreated leaving ships stranded in ports. Winters got longer and colder. Crops withered in the fields. Governments struggled under the collapse of trade, famines and waves of refugees. War and revolution, strange creatures, supernatural powers, it all added up.
Queen Vic died last week, she outlasted most of her empire by several decades. Edward says he will rebuild the empire, we shall see. Britain is a nation under siege, no longer an island, no longer an empire. Beset by the creature from the Paris gate, raiders from the Scandinavian highlands, fractious subjects and ambitious neighbours.
It's not like it was, apparently.
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