CHAPTER ONE: KING BOYNED

Before Earth, before the universe, before everything we knew as society came to fruition, there was a Council of Mods. They were known as Troop98, Boynedmaster, and Buyspins. These three eternal, all-knowing beings made all we know and love. Trees, houses, people, and the universe as a whole. But somewhere along the lines, Boynedmaster piped up, suggesting "we need to make a Plants vs. Zombies Discord." The council agreed, thinking nothing could go wrong.

Everything went wrong.

The mods formed and shaped a new colony on "Planet Discord", and dropped themselves in. Sending an intergalactic message through all the universes across time, weary travelers joined the Discord. Many of the pioneers didn't live for too long. They came and went, and nobody knows why. Some people, however, stayed with it. They had faith in this small colony, and they never left. Some say they're still present to this very day. From the very start, there was a fair amount of diversity. People who wanted to discuss Plants vs. Zombies, people who were there for shitposting, people who took it very seriously, and people who were just along for the ride. Everyone lived in a very large castle together without separation. There were some debacles between groups, but in the end everyone got along fine.

Time had passed. Much had changed. Two of the original founders had gone, only leaving King Boyned. He was thus known as "The Dictator." Whatever he said went. People grumbled when he ordered things they didn't enjoy, but everyone put up with it. At this time, notable pioneers had their name known in the castle. They were known as Red, Splat, Rocket, Mega, Gargf, Copper, and Arthro. These seven linger to this day. These seven weren't like everyone else, however. They would talk amongst each other, murmuring about The Dictator for whatever he has been doing.

The Dictator had rather strange ethics. If there was a dame they liked, but the Dictator did not, talk of her was forbidden. Splat suffered the most from this, as The Dictator would always pick on him for liking the distant, vampire maiden. The Dictator also had a very strange liking for the stone age. Some people shared this, but some in the group of seven hated it.

The moon is up. It's another typical night. The group discusses the Discord and the ethics another night.

"We need to separate the shitposters from everyone else," Red would state. "I want to have serious discussions about Plants vs. Zombies, y'know?" Splat, Copper and Rocket would nod knowingly. The next day, the seven discussed this with The Dictator. After much discussion, it was done. Groups were separated. This caused some disturbance at first, but the dust settled quickly.

At some point, The Dictator made a robot of himself in his name. This bot would aid anyone who needed it's assistance, but only The Dictator could modify it. The people of the castle liked the bot. It would sing for them, add to their conversations (even if they were one-word additions), and print out pictures when requested.

One day, for some reason, an election was held. It was all as a big joke, and accomplished nothing. A presidential debate between Buyspins, Fred Flintstone and Ghost Pepper. In the end, Fred Flintstone and Ghost Pepper tied. All this accomplished was hanging up political posters in the castle, and being promptly removed the next day.

For the next few months, nothing unusual happened. Day after day, conversation after conversation, banter after banter. One day, however, the order of the castle was changed forever...

It was a typical day. The seven would always discuss how to mess with The Dictator. Most of it was played as a joke, but there was a hint of malice in each act. Rocket piped up with a new idea.

"Say, you know the lass with the ember armor?" He inquired. Everyone nodded. "Boyned has an eye on her, if you haven't noticed," he continued. "What if I was to belittle his love, like Splat's?" He grinned and looked amonst the group. Some chuckled, some shrugged. Rocket approached The Dictator's throne.

"Your love is but a tallowcatch!" He remarked. The Dictator was upset about this statement. "She is not!" He would remark. Rocket would continue his insults, using God-forbidden insults such as "Raggabrash" and "Loiter-sack." In the end, this got Rocket banished for an unknown amount of time. When the group of seven (now six) caught wind of this, they approached The Dictator and caused quite the ruckus. They insulted Boyned, questioned his methods, and stomped their feet. This, in turn, forced The Dictator to bring Rocket back to the castle. Everyone tried to play it off as if nothing ever happened, but since then there was always a sense of hostility in the air...

At night, while everyone in the castle was asleep, Splat did not. He woke up Rocket and Red, and they discussed making their own land. A land without a Dictator, a land without chaos. A dignified and high-quality secret society. They discussed how they'd spread the word, how it would work, and where it would be. The next day, Splat, Red and Rocket went to the Great Hall, where they lifted a rug and searched for loose bricks under it. After finding one, they pulled it out and exposed a fair size of dirt. From there, they dug a pit in the castle, hidden away under a rug. This pit would lead to a small, yet well-kept chamber underground. It didn't have as many people that were in the castle, but the group was happy with it.

Every night, they would wake up whichever member of the castle seemed the most sane. They would be invited to this small underground chamber, where they could discuss forbidden topics in the castle, their own problems, and anything else they felt was worth discussing. For some reason, Mega was never invited to this secret society. The Dictator, however, was slowly catching wind of what was going on. He said nothing about it however, and did nothing but simply watch what was happening.

Eventually, The Dictator stepped into the society. Not into their private quarters, but talked with the group who founded it. The Dictator and the society sat at a roundtable and discussed what The Dictator was doing wrong. Despite his past, The Dictator was open to the criticism. He tried to state he could fix these problems, but they became overwhelming. For every fix, The group would state another problem with The Dictator. This lead to The Dictator dropping his staff and contacting the Council of Mods. He sent a letter through his through-time-and-space messenger pigeon to Troop98. The Dictator had but one request for Troop. For him to be executed, and have Troop take his place as king. Troop obliged.

The same day, Troop brought Boyned to the guillotine. Boyned knowingly put his head down into it, waiting. The members in the castle jeered at The former Dictator for all he has done. The blade came down swiftly upon his neck, chopping his head clean off and into the bucket below. The members cheered and whooped regarding the execution of the former king. And thus began the reign of Troop, starting a new era for the castle.