In the Year of the Cope, in the reign of the sixth Delay, by Reddit reckoning, the never-ending tempest of incompetence that is known to Men as Creative Assembly waxed greedy and grasping.

All across the internet the digital fabric shifted and moaned as if it were a sleeper beset by nightmares; influencers vomited forth their worthless takes, and /twg/ and r/totalwar alike were greatly afflicted with the taint of shills and drones in their postings.

All Anons knew that a time of great portents was at hand, and rumours spread like jeet curry stench, of leaks and franchises, of greedy japanese businessemen bestirred from their island, and of woke freaks leaping eager into the development teams of those foolish enough to hire them.

Games were coming, as they had countless times before and would do so countless times again -- games the likes of which every Anon, be they Amerilard, Eurocuck or Chinkoid, feels the calling of in their bones and cannot resist.

New Total War games.