Everyone knows how Madraguas came to be, but no one knows for sure how it ends.

A vast island in the Caribbean, a colony of the Empire on which the sun never set.

It was an insurgency and a republic.

It was an empire and a state.

It was a defeat and a revolution.

It is a dictatorship and a crisis.

Madraguas is so many things—horrible and beautiful.

The only certainty is that, once inside, things only go from bad to worse.

“Beneath the Star of the Iron Sea”

I

Beneath the black star of the Iron Sea, the ocean speaks as law and name.

No origin, no end is given, only tide and iron frame.

II

Six islands hold the same command, six points of a single will;

and every wave that breaks on shore is another order standing still.

(CHORUS)

Awaken, Madraguas; raise up your steel. The Black Star stands watch, the first to reveal.

No sleep beneath water, no silence on land. The sea gives no mercy, but gives command.

III

They are empire, they are ruin, they are the salt that does not fade.

No time can break what sea defines, no border keeps what tides have made.

IV

Flags may fall and names be broken, governments rise, then dissolve;

But the sea does not remember. it only enforces what is resolved.

(CHORUS)

Awaken, Madraguas; raise up your steel. The Black Star stands watch, the first to reveal.

What land forgets, the ocean retains. What is broken returns in chains.

V

If the world denies their measure, if the land forgets their claim,

The ocean does not ask permission: it repeats the iron name.

VI

And when the deep begins to answer, and the foam returns with flame,

Madraguas is not reborn, it simply continues the same.

Note: I had a cooler profile flag, but it kept getting flagged as a hate symbol. Same goes for some concept images.

This is my first time making a simulator-style bot. If you run into any issues or anything, let me know.

Thanks for being good patriots of Madraguas.