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The famine had started at the beginning of the summer. Farmers taken from fields to fight wars they had no place in fighting had left too few behind to tend their crops leading to them dying. When even fewer farmers returned from the Emperors wars there were even less hands to til the fields and plant the crops and tend for them. Then the rains failed to come and turned mud to dirt to dust. The crops failed, the livestock died and the people starved, not so much the Emperor.
In his mighty Palace in Edoras Emperor Roboute Guilleman sits in his throne enjoying lavish food from abroad. The food that makes its way from the docks to his palace in escorted and armoured convoys is never fully used and the waste is burnt meaning a strong smell of cooking food reeks over the capital causing hungry people to turn angrily to the palace with hungry eyes. The Army continues to serve, its rations secured by private estates owned by men loyal to the Emperor and the army serves to protect the Capital and these key estates. These remain the few bastions of Government rule in a country turned to madness. Undefended Army barracks and armouries have been looted and weapons and vehicles taken by Rebel Militia. These Rebels now storm their way through the country side raiding unprotected farm steads and villages taking what they want to feed themselves and those in the villages they protect.
The country has fallen apart.