Neighbors, nobody loves you like they do. Neighbors, your government has triumphed in finally making you a public fit for the coming 15th century. Never before has a governing body shown so much disdain for the economic well-being of its lower subjects. Today they claim to have insulated you from countless factions who threaten your financial viability; such as the drow, the undead, and idealistic goblins and kobolds clinging to their childish notions of social justice; why, you're even kept uninformed of useless propagandist journalism that reports spellguard violations of rights. And we all know they wouldn't have been punished if they hadn't been doing something wrong.

The Chosen are a thing of the past.... too many possible causes, too little significance the our modern thinking public. Unemployment is irrelevant, and industrial manufacturing is at an all-time low anyway, so who needs those narrow minded laborers, too many mouths to feed, and too much burden on the payroll! Who needs them up here in the land of the free time. Some other ass-backward culture will give us what we need by exploiting its uneducated labor pool anyway.

The Animatrons have expanded their ability to pacify average citizens better than ever by offering mechanical fascism to every corner of the city. Your home is your prison. Such reclusive behavior helps clear the pathways and public works from overburden like the lower sanctuary poor who depend shamelessly on their government. Today you are freer than ever to do what you want, provided you can pay for it!They have arrived, neighbors, they are the privileged elite, and is there anything you can do about it?

There is an answer, and he is waiting for you. He is in the heart of all of you, the burning passion for justice that can be yours. And if you seek out one of his children, they will bring you to him for your salvation.

"D" Crone.