Artrat
Prowler
- Joined
- Aug 6, 2007
- Posts
- 1,363
- Location
- Doha, Qatar
- Society
- Antipodean Army
- Avatar Name
- Jin Artrat Mugen
Once, there was only one land, it covered the face of the Earth unbroken from sea to sea. Over aeons this land shed itself of its weaker parts, until only the strongest and the best remained.
It was in this greatest of lands that the first beasts lifted themselves from amongst their brethren scratching in the dirt, stood on two feet and said "We think. We are. We are Man." It was here that they took stone and stick used them to become masters of their own destiny. It was here that the First Men tore the secret of flame from the Earth's breast and bent it to their will.
Africa, the cradle of mankind.
Over time, the First Men multiplied, and fought, striving against eachother, for food, for land, for Power. It has ever been thus, then as now.
They spread out over the globe, and scratched lines on pieces of paper, saying "This is mine, that is yours." And as millenia passed, memory faded, and till all but a few had forgotten, forgotten that once, we were all African.
Even in this far corner of the galaxy some remember, and to us that do falls the duty to remind all others, that we were once of one tribe. But the veil of forgetting is thick, and only cold steel and searing flame can pierce it. It is time for the old ones to awake, take up their weapons and once again join the Battle for Power.
If you remember, if the blood of the old tribe is thick in your veins, then join us, and let none forget again.