It was a snowy night in the city of Crafteria. People marched on the street demanding that the monarch King Henrik05 give bread and water to the Lower class players and NPC's. A player with a Military officer skin walks into the Grand Palaces throne room. "My lord" says the player.

"What is it General CodyTheCannibal?" asks King Henrik has his voice echoes through out the empty throne room. He then replies "These protest are getting out of hand. We need you to give a decision on what to do". The king rubs his beard deep in thought. "My liege?" asks General Cody. "General, you and I made this server great. A utopia for the hard working upper class. We don't want these lower class citizens having the same basic rights as the upper class. Tomorrow I announce my intentions to pass a law through parliament that stops the Lowers and NPC's from owning businesses and forming political parties and workers unions. We will also tax these moronic lowers. I want you to activate the new arrow cannon that was setup on the courtyard. Leave no protester on this courtyard! Push them back to the slums and shanty towns where they belong!" shout the angry King.

Meanwhile outside...

The crowd shouts "We want bread! We want the right to unionize! We want the right to form business!" General Cody with two Royal Cossacks by his side march down the quartz stairs of the Grand Palace. The protesters go silent. "To you the Lowers and NPC's of Crafteria city, King Henrik asks you to leave these grounds or...". Someone in the crowd defiantly shouts "or what!". General Cody starts to hunch up has if he was going to take them out all by himself "or suffer the consequences of your disobedience!" he shouts.

The crowd goes back to their cries for freedom. General Cody then sighs, he nods to one of the Cossacks to pull the leaver which will get the arrow cannon ready. "I told you to leave this is your punishment for your disobedience!" shouts General Cody. Suddenly arrows begin to fire rapidly at the crowd. Bodies start to fill up the courtyard. The panicking crowd starts to run away from the courtyard resulting in a crush unheard of in Crafterian history.