The world is sliced up, each slice steered by a pounder whom claims overledge over all the people inside. The pounder are alived by it's veins.

It has will, law and force. The law is to create consequence, the will is to keep itself and friends alive, the force is to realize will.

The pounders transfers their overledge towards smaller bodies of might. Anyone breaking the overledge of might are breaking the law.

Pumperies are those bodies who seeks to maximize production. Pumperies are protected by pounders, and pounders are kept alive by pumperies.

Might is to steer from above, whereas force is to steer from below. Grip is that which is steered, commons is that which is ungripped.

Friendship of might constructs cogs of efficiency, the coggery.

Unendingly hungry. Consuming it's gulp day in day out, strengthening and greatening it's ability to consume more.

Grab, unload, tighten. That is the way of might.

Anyone assisting might in exchange for sallery are antlings. Many ant a third of their woken week for the coggery.

Pumperies and antlings set up veins towards pounders to keep them alive. Giving them gulps to keep them alive.