In the old times the peasantry cultivated the land in common and lived well though modestly.
That is, until the arrival of the monster, Trogdor.
Trogdor burninated the land and the inhabitants thereof and the peasants were greatly afraid. He showed no mercy.
But they were of little use against Trogdor and insead became an oppression upon the peasants striding here and there across the countryside.
Finally they summoned the mighty hero, Troghammer. But he was no better than the Knights and, in the end, the peasants were crushed.
What was their fate? Wailing and gnashing of teeth.
What lesson can we draw from this sorry tale?
Yeah, beats me.
