After 94 days of rule, the kingdom fell to the war of attrition against the night monsters. Casualties from nightly raids to people-eating flying monsters caused an initial weakness in defense, and I couldn't recruit enough new people from the two remaining camps to outpace the nightly losses. Archers would take a station in a far out undefended watchtower, and be devoured by fliers the night they arrived. As more people died, income decreased, then plummeted. The king could barely afford hiring a few workers or a handful of archers. Walls fell, one by one, with too few workers to rebuild before nightfall came, when the infinite hordes of imps and hulking brutes destroyed the next wall and ravaged the next farmlands. The fields of farmers that were once so populous and profitable became bleak and desolate and empty.
Once filled with wealth overflowing, in its final days the kingdom had only four archers, a single worker, no farmers (or defensible farmland) and only 2 coins of gold in the king's pouch. The king was last seen giving his last two coins to a civilian to purchase a bow, before heading off into the wilderness as night fell. He was not seen again.
The kingdom died not with a bang, but with a long drawn out whimper.
Kingdom
10/10 would recommend