Once upon a time the people lived at the foot of the mountain, near the cave where the leaders conducted government, where the leaders fed the Beast Machine.

The majority of the people lived far enough away from the cave that it rarely entered their thoughts. They knew the Beast Machine lived there, they knew the leaders fed it, and they knew the Truth As Available.

The people lived their lives much as we do. They met, they loved, they married, they had children, and they knew the Truth As Available.

They knew if they were unhappy with their relationship for any reason, they could seek out the Beast Machine and be released from their commitment. The vast majority of the time they could simply tell the Beast Machine what the parties agreed to and the Beast Machine would sanction their division allowing the parties would go their separate ways.

And this is how the many saw the Beast Machine, a slumbering monstrosity waving the blessing of sanction over their heads and issuing the orders ending the relationship, but the people also knew the Truth As Told.

In those rare cases, the anger and the hate the people brought to the Beast Machine awoke the monster and its stupidity. As a slumbering provider of sanctions, the Beast Machine as adequate, but awaken the monster and its limitations quickly appeared.

The people foolish enough to awaken the Beast Machine soon discovered all of their possessions destroyed, the fate of their children decided on the roll of a dice, and their hatred made into a dark object few could overcome. These people returned to the others telling the Truth As Told, the fairy tale, the myth.