I look about me in this day and age and see... decay. Mice and men little better scurrying about and boasting of their grandeur. Building shacks and calling them castles. Hurling mud and calling it great war. Thinking that they and their banal conflicts matter. It sickens me.
The time has come to wipe the slate clean. To show these fools the true nature of power. To take what pitiful crumbs they have and make even those our own. RISE, my fellow Catquisitors. RISE AND CONQUER.