It's time, /b/. It's time to cast down the old Gods and bring forth that which is pure and clean, that which is righteous and just. We must leave behind those that cling to old hatreds, those that choose to align themselves to that which is crumbling and struggling to breath. We must stand together, allied in one tongue, in one breath and in one determination, for at this brief moment in time, our paths align.

It is our duty, nay, our destiny, to ascend the one true queen into immortality. I cannot do it alone, brothers and sister, I can not do it alone. It will take an army, a brave force of those who are willing to sacrifice everything for what is good and true in this world. We must band together, we must fight and die as brothers as the toils of war wage upon us, because wage upon us they shall. There will be blood, there will be sacrifice, there will be hardship. But in the end, when the smoke clears and the one queen stands alone, we will know that we were a part of it, that we stood alongside her.

We will know that we saved /b/. We will become, immortal.