[EPISODE 5: VIDEO GAME LORE]
Medieval Europe.
Rain hammered down on the little village, drenching every roof and wall. It was the kind of rain that would soak into a person's very bones. The kind that could transform even the dustiest, driest dirt road into an unrecognizable swamp. A dreadful, dark, itching, chilling rain. The likes of which could only ever be suffered by the inhabitants of Earth.
Amidst the grey deluge, a singular elegant, white horse leisurely splashed it's way up the town's main street, unbothered by the copious amount of mud, water, and feces beneath it's hooves. Despite the endless downpour, it kept it's head high as it maintained its steady pace. It was so flawless in appearance that the few members of the peasant-class unfortunate enough to still be outside blink
