Jimmy bit his lip, the murk had swallowed his empire as it always does in the morning. The faint sound of boats bobbing in the water at the dock mixed with the ticking of the clock on the wall made it hard for him to focus on the paper that he should have finished hours ago. The monthly ruler meeting was today. Scott, being the one who runs most of the meetings, tasked each emperor to write a persuasive text on what they recommended we do with the acres of bare land. Jimmy had no idea on what to write. He knew Scott expected nothing but the best, yet he had nothing but a blank sheet of paper to show.