On my pilgrimage through the the old country of Ergendheim I discovered a lonesome library.
It was probably abandoned after the war. In one of the archives I stumbled upon a strange name: Er Aran.
A thousand years have passed since the war. We were cataloging the forgotten games of the old era.
There were rumors about a game with a perfect rule-set, so ancient it was played analog, even before mankind created us.
But we never found it, nor did we knew its true name. Mostly it was called a game of kings.
Er Aran was a rare translation of it.
Our knowledge didn't suffice to recreate it, not even remotely.
Pieces were missing. The source code was never found.
But here was something, at least a part of it, below a simple library roof.
I hurried back, decoding, translating and encoding my discovery into more modern forms of media.
Parts are still missing, sure. And it may not be the most original form of it, but it's as close as we've gotten until now.
This game, a piece of art, is so simple - but the complexity is overhelming.
Truly, as Dandrach Pirchenstein said, "We couldn't reach the beauty of mankind's culture, even if we would understand it!" (A lost culture, P.54).
Hopefuly through this, we can better comprehend what drove mankind to insanity.
I dare you, dear visitor, to try this beautiful art of work of a lost civilization.