Fit for kings, two dimensional war. You can find me at the store. Soldiers in passing on front lines. This game really tests your mind

A man is here to rot all day, his head and hands both locked away. For citizens to gawk and talk; to mock and jeer as they walk In modern days anew type used, the tops and pits for wealth abuse. To buy and sell ever to see the poor remain in poverty

Ancient beasts that thundered the earth, now just echoes in time's vast chasm. Bones tell tales of a world untamed, roaming giants from eons past.

Kings fear me most when their people do not I ride on reason and fall with force.

Named for a beauty of old Rome am I, My feet in the earth, my face to the sky. I live with no mind, with no heart, with no breath, But those I devour will know darkness, then death.