You gaze down upon England from above, and up at London from below. You alter the destinies of men, control the elements, crush empires on a whim. Mortals build altars and temples in your name, lie prostrate before you, and obey your every word. All around, there's romance, drama, mistaken identity, war, betrayal, trickery, laughter, and vengeance - the normal life of a Victorian God. Think it's all nectar and ambrosia?

Think again.

As the society and technology of England changes, so too does the nature of her people's belief. You find your powers changing, your estate growing or shrinking as mortal belief in you waxes or wanes. You strive to make sure that you have a place in the new order, and an identity in the hearts and minds of England's people.

You will survive, won't you?

After all, you are a God.