|||On a roof in Emberlight, there are 2 gremlins sitting in front of a TV.|||

Gremlun: Hey, what'd you get me?
Gremnik: Nothing. Gracken shooed me away when I banged on the alchemy machine when the food got stuck.
Gremlun: Meh, those stars always poke my throat anyways so it doesn't matter too much.
...
Gremlun: Hey, did you hear the rumors about Gracken's shop?
Gremnik: What rumors?
Gremlun: Apparently Gracken is getting forced to sell stuff to knights for less and to compensate for it, he's gonna have to charge more for us Gremlins.
Gremnik: Oh, that. It's not like we can already afford anything he sells, so why should I care?
Gremlun: Yeah, I guess you're right.
Gremlun: Hold on, here comes a knight. Keep your head down and they might not yell at us.
Gremnik: I feel bad for Gracken having to deal with every knight that passes by. He can't even try to avoid getting involved with em'.
Gremlun: Yeah. I think it's starting to get to him too. Every day it seems like the tools on his desk are getting sharper and sharper.
Gremnik: I've seen the knights shoot him in the forehead a lot while making fun of the X on his hat like it's a target. It's a good thing that hat gives good protection because I don't know if the knights would even care if he had anything protecting his forehead.
Gremlun: Really? Maybe I shouldn't wear this then if it means I'll get shot in the forehead constantly.
Gremnik: Nah, you're probably fine. The idiot knights can't even shoot upwards so it's not like they can even try.
Gremlun: Ah, well I'm gonna take a nap now.
Gremnik: Alright, I'll just keep watching this then.

I don't know if you meant I can submit 3 things, but if I can then I might do a drawing later and submit it too. Anyways, this is what I have for now.

Before the time of the Silver Knights, when the democracy of the Spiral Order still resembled a democracy by the people involved, and King Tinkinczar was the rightful ruler of the Crimson Order, the Crimson Order was a separate state from the Spiral Order. But, as the tides of change swept further inland, the days became sour. Punch, having been in business for nearly six years, under the watchful eye of King Tinkinczar and elite members of the Crimson Order, had slowly developed larger aspirations. No longer was he satisfied with simply providing his service to Knights whose Variants, unbeknownst to the lower-class Gremlins of the Crimson Order and sanctioned by King Tinkinczar, would be used to aid in the systematic murder of said lower-class Gremlins. It was a thankless job, though one that needed to be done- as the Gremlin population was growing at an alarming rate- and was, to Punch's pleasure, extremely profitable. Punch knew his political merit, should any Gremlin's find out that it was in fact he who was profiting off the slaughter of his own people, would quickly change from a respectable businessman whose extremely generous donations have housed many-a-Gremlin and even created Emberlight, to a morally reprehensible crook that Tinkinczar would surely immediately disavow. Knowing this, he did what any smart business man would do when faced with with a challenging situation: have someone else do the dirty work for him. Punch plotted against his King. Exacerbated by fear of the Knights and the increasing amount of and severity in which the poor Gremlins lived, political tensions were running high. Many Gremlins called for the removal of Tinkinczar and the institution of a electorate system. Punch, under the table, financed copious amounts of propaganda against Tinkinczar. It was the kind of propaganda that any intelligent Gremlin or Knight would never consider, never give a second glance after scoffing at its preposterousness. But there were few intelligent Gremlins, as most were uneducated specifically for that purpose. And, while many Knights were educated and could easily assume Punch was behind the deteriorating monarchy of Tinkinczar, they didn't particularly care, so long as Punch continued to satiate their desperate desires for lavish Variants. And, in this fashion, Punch colluded with the Knights. Tinkinczar, under political pressure and with assurances by his advisors that, regardless of an election, he would remain it power, stepped down from his pedestal with the assumption that no Gremlin would dare run against him. None except Punch...

https://i.imgur.com/hl4wuuG.png

Ask and ye shalt receive.

“oh hey king tinkinzar our uh, scanners just picked up a giant flying sword that’s dashing around dangerously close to our planet in and out of hyperspace”
"looks like invaders"
"shoot it down"
“hey king tinkinzar our uh, scanners just picked up about a million or so uh, drop pods coming from that ship we just shot down”
“at once”
"heh, the raiders from space will be scattered, and Cradle will chew them up and spit them out."
"what could PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWSIBLY go wrong from here?"
“hey king tinkinzar Project Roarmulus was just dismantled in its hangar by some metal aliens with swords and remarkably poor teamwork”
“we uh, don’t seem to have any metal aliens in our own files sir. all our aliens are made of jelly”
“oh also remember that giant cursed tower that’s always on fire and has an immortal demon king inside of it that you told us to NEVER never go near because he’s got this undead hex on him and can’t be reasoned with? yeah they just killed him like thirty minutes ago”
”oh yeah and they proceeded to repeatedly kill said immortal demon king over and over and over and over and over and over again”
“why would they keep killing him? it’s obvious he’s just going to keep coming back. What are they even doing down there anymore? Why isn’t the entire tower killing them? Why are they able to get through the entire thing in less than thirty minutes???”
"ARE WE DOING ANYTHING ABOUT THIS NEW THREAT!?"
“why do these metal buckets keep jumping into the core like it’s a bungee jump”
"CONSOLIDATE ALL RESOURCES AND GET ME WARMASTER SEERUS ON THE HORN NOW!"
“Well, at least they don’t know about the Artifact console, they’re keeping that thing in their lab instead of actually using it, so that’s something we don’t need to worry about”
“For invaders some of them have horrible fashion sense sir”
"THEIR FASHION SENSE IS TAUNTING US!"
“Oh sir, Warmaster Seerus’s fortress was also toppled in under 30 minutes”
"ALL THOSE BRIGHT COLOURS AND BRIGHT LIGHTS"
“sir, Herex just vanished from our sensors and is now currently opening the core with the Artifact as we speak”
“By a singular knight in fairly dashing clothing”
"@&#$ I WANTED TO USE THOSE EXPLOSIVES TO CAUSE THEIR BASE TO CAVE IN"
"WHO'S STOPPING THAT TRAITOR!?"
"CAN WE SALVAGE ANYTHING FROM THE REMAINS OF THE BASE!?"
“Several pieces of Seerus’s mask sir”
"THAT'S IT!?"
"NO UNDETONATED EXPLOSIVES?"
"NO AMMO?"
“well, uh, they just went down the hatch. Nobody’s ever gotten out of there before, so it’s reasonable to assume th.... ...oh, well, there they are again”
"NO SURVIVING GREMLINS?"
"what happened now?"
“they’re taking the treasure boxes down there sir. Something about “rads” on the radio chatter. I don’t get it”

2 friends are walking, see this propaganda. They say .. oh what ugly propaganda! * They read it *

https://imgur.com/Yc9SeVR

They decide to vote for Punch because it smells like lemon. Punch wins the election, UVS VH for all, CE price is 100e for 2 cr, Cradle got +666,666 new players, New DLC: hits Tinkinzar is realeased for $ 4.99 USD, Herex is exiled to a compound and all weapons have a green reskin because the lemon is green and the green is beautiful. End.