They are not mayors, not officials, not politicians. And not human beings. Fueled by greed and desire, they are agents of chaos that resent and undermine those that try to keep order, peace and balance. These champions' blood are on their hands, and it rains in their mouths as they dance with delight over their graves. These are inhuman, malicious beasts, a malignant cancer to an already shattered system. They do not deserve the right to decide a realm larger than their deserved four by three cell, much less a city or town or district or state. But it is not an ideal world, and the agents of chaos thrive.