Our story begins with the dawn of our great and terrible leader, King Blerg. He ruled with an iron fist and a love of poorly maintained plumbing.
Under King Blerg, our people toiled in the fields from sunup to sundown, six days a week. The only respite from labor was the occasional bout of the plague.
Despite the hardships, we managed to produce some of the most epic poems of the era, like "The Ode to a Well-Made Latrine" and "The Ballad of the Overly-Fertile Fields".
Read about our glorious Golden Age, where everything was perfect and everyone wore togas. Or if you're feeling particularly adventurous, learn about our slightly-less-dark age, where everyone wore funny hats. But if you're a glutton for punishment, read about our really-really-dark age, where everything was, well, really dark.