As centuries passed it became clear that the Druas were not a kind species. They waged war on their fellows, driving all before the wrath of the Happy Holiday Home Co. Their sole aim was the destruction of any peoples which occupied desirable beachfront property.

In the Chalet War (as it became known) the Druas displayed their great aptitude as engineers: they built vast seige engines, enchanted mighty magic weapons and made kinky armour. The elite Assassin Corps struck fear into the hearts of any being unfortunate enough to see them: they looked just like Joe Pineapples, Bisley style [obscure 2000 AD reference].

The continent was purged. Those that could fled to the East, but none could resist. The western continent became known as Bloodland: only the continent to the East retained its name of Bridland. No other race remained on Bloodland however. The Druas were all alone with their infernal masters.

More millenia wound their unhappy way past the calendar...

The camps had fallen into disrepair. After their initial popularity, the chalets had become less fashionable amongst the denizens of Hades. "Only young louts go there now", the respectable devils complained. "All that drinking and debauchery: it's no good for discipline you know. The Infernal Hordes have gone to the dogs, and that's the last thing we need right now what with the demons acting up. And that planet is so cold! I mean, the novelty wears off a bit after your fourth Brimstone Bubbler has solidified. Well, we're not going back again, are we dear? And we hear there are terrorists about now!"

Indeed there were. Some of the younger Druas were becoming dissatisfied with the way the Devils were treating them. They wished to throw off the yoke of oppression and force the Devils to pay for their holidays, repair any damage they caused (whether due to an orgy of violence or a spilt drink eating through the floor) and stop killing passing Druas at random.

In addition to these young rebels, some of the god worshippers from the remaining chunk of Bridland (where there was much less racial antagonism after they had been forced to flee: spirit of the blitz and all that) were visiting Bloodland for a bit of Devil hunting. Any passing Druas was also fair game of course.

The number of passing Druas was in sharp decline at this time. Even a walk down to the apothecary was becoming a dangerous business: any Druas who wanted to remain 'passing' rather than 'passed on' carried at the very least a wand of fireballs (in fact a small rocket launcher, but that was a little too prosaic for the Druas). Most families owned two vehicles: an Ankylosaurus tank, and a Pegasus gunship.

Even Asmodeus was unhappy. He had begun to regret his rash experimentation. The loss of obedience he had suffered because of the ongoing war with the Demons was increased because the Devils were losing. The troops he was wasting on trying to keep the Druas in line were sapping his frontline strength.

The time of misery was upon them all.

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