Well there's not much to say that wouldn't do anything but confuse you.
We are the chosen. The light. Chosen by the Sun itself. When the Dark comes, our souls shall rise and our flesh shall heal, for then and then only will those forgotten run like they have never before. Make your prayers, Burn your inscence, Scatter your herbs, and Kiss your Enlightened One's feet, because surely enough, It is coming.
And we play at LAN Force.
