HAMPIRE
THE MOUNTAIN HAS A KING.
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Origin story
THE THRONE WAS EMPTY.
HAMPIRE was never chosen. He simply kept climbing until there was nobody above him. One red cape, one impossible mountain, one very serious appetite.
Now every peak is a province, every cheese wheel is taxable, and every visitor is technically standing inside his empire.
By royal paw, no appeals.
The Royal Decree
THREE LAWS. NO EXCEPTIONS.
The empire is tiny, but the rules are enormous. These are the only laws HAMPIRE actually bothered to write down.
01The cape stays red. Even during blizzards. Especially during blizzards.
02Every cheese wheel entering the realm owes one bite to the crown.
03If a throne is empty for more than five minutes, it legally belongs to HAMPIRE.
Imperial ritual
ROYAL BITE
Tap BITE when the crown marker crosses the golden zone. Five clean bites and the royal treasury is officially fed.
FEAST 0/5ATTEMPTS 0/5
The crown is hungry.