The time of the foolish fall is at hand. No more will they soar unchallenged. The Bear and Dragon now decide the fate of many assisted by the First World Ones. The eternal gods of Hannibal command the throne to be recognized.

The New World, weakened by ineptness, constant internal strife and the insipid repertoire of Fools, recoils in disarray as the Formosan holds it breath while under siege and shortly thereafter north fire burns at 42 and 19. Too much time has been wasted and now the externals, as well as those within, hold no faith in liberty and seek her death.

A prelude to consumption by fire and madness of the entire globe draws to its inevitable zenith. Sons die a horrible death and daughters taken as concubines to brutal lords because of the witless decisions of their parents. The Master proclaims it is time to reap what has been sewn in treachery, greed and ignorance and the world is turned upside down. Monsters that have been mindlessly created now seek to return to the bosom of their creators.

Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock…the sun shines no more on the west. Time to sleep!