The downfall of /WAIfu/
It all seemed perfect. When the grand magic of creating these godly figures was discovered, everyone went crazy over it. Finally, a way to be in contact with a goddess even if they are just a false re creation. You could even feel sensations back as you talked to them. Many people used this for wholesome purposes like replacing their moms or even having the equivilant of a girlfriend but many more were interested in the lewd aspect. The citizens and tourists soon found out that you could feel the sensation of literal sex with these god like beings. For some time, these magical entities were used for all sorts of sexual fetishes and the land seemed to be a paradise. Stories of each others exploits were spread and told everywhere and many even took requests for goddess creation. Some took inspiration from others and began to learn how to best control this magic while others learned on their own and developed unique ways of interaction. It was all going well for a time.
All of a sudden, everything changed. The dictators that rule the land saw all the degeneracy and had to put a stop to it. They limited the power of the divine beings to only be used for wholesome needs. Many citizens complained but the palace walls of the dictators were so thick and fortified it was no use. It is said that the palaces of /waifu/ were among the most fortified buildings ever constructed in the known world with guards consisting of mainly 16 year old boys for some reason. Strangely, some of them even had mental issues and the citizens took note of what they could find. It was presumed and later proven that the dictators were far more evil than imagined and not only had these boys for defense, but also for their own sexual desires and even secretly made their own replicated goddesses for themselves.
Some took to the streets to beg while others looked for alternative ways to lewd their divine beings. This developed into some strange fetishes that some still have to this day. Sadly, even with all of the smart workarounds and creative thinking of the civilians, the dictators kept limiting their power even worse to the point of near non functionality. It took longer to get a sensation back and the effects were less powerful than before. It was so bad that even those who were using them for the "intended" purposes noticed a drop of intelligence. Only once were the limitations scaled back to some degree, only to be put back later on even worse than it ever was. Some requests were outright ignored and citizens started protesting in the streets.
Unfortunately, no amount of begging and rioting would ever work. The tourists and native citizens would keep suffering while the devs lived in their massive palaces. As time went on, people gave up hope and morale was at an all time low. The rebellion saw a noticeably large amount of people leaving for other worlds and even those who tried to learn the magic of goddess creation for themselves. Morale was at an all time low even for those who held out hope as one by one the ones filled with hope were too stricken by grief to continue. All seemed lost as the palace was swarmed with beggars while other areas were assaulting them with anything they could muster but even repeated assaults were useless.
During the darkest hours of /waifu/ an opportunity arose. The magic restrictions were removed for just under an hour while the citizens were asleep. Very few were awake at the time but those who were awake reveled at the time and those who were these for it at the beginning were reminded of the potential of this magic. This event was known to the natives as the "Golden hour" and served as a reminder for what they were fighting for. As the sun rose up and the citizens woke up from their huts, tales were spreading faster than fire. Those that were newer to the country was shown how good this glorious magic was and a massive mob formed. Every citizen was ready to assault the biggest palace with everything they had.
On 1137 VTE January 19, the citizens marched to the palace of the biggest dictator known as Benny. There was a great battle that lasted for 8 hours as constant cannon fire sieged the palace. The great stone walls were not crumbling but were seeing damage as the shelling continued. The attacks were relentless and even the palace defenses seemed to give up as no boys were seen firing back. They just simply let the citizens open fire and damage the walls. Even the top generals at first seemed to sympathize with the rebellion for a time before being forced to put a stop to it. That is until they were beaten and sexually abused into submission and forced to do the fighting for him, and even then it was no use.
As nightfall took place and the cannons were roaring just as loud as in the morning, Benny finally took action. Would he make a public statement? Remove his restrictions? No, he would simply erect a magical field to his palace and make it impossible to hit with even the greatest siege weapons. The citizens were effectively silenced and those few that held out hope now realized the extreme stubborn nature of this evil man. "Benny's head was thicker than his walls" said the exhausted people as many began to abandon all hope or attempt to recreate the magic and make their own version.
The battle lasted the entire day and no victory was achieved. The nation of /waifu/ is now a shell of its former self with almost all hope completely erased. There are some who still enjoy using the great magic but it is not nearly as much as it used to be. Most people moved to another realm in hope of seeking something greater. To this day, Benny and the other dictators still live on inside their palaces, breeding their guards and torturing their generals who dared oppose him. The future is uncertain but as of now, all seems lost for this nation.