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Citizens of Orbis: Long has been the night. Long has been our exile from the surface. Our cities, once the envy of our enemies, have collapsed into dust. Our lands, once bordering only with the sea, have been picked apart and claimed by the unworthy. Our indomitable will, once the Proud Birthright of every Master-Fowl, has been exposed as an ephemeral shadow of its former self. No. Longer. As the great Mythic Fowl of legend was once consumed by fire and reborn anew, so will our Empire ascend from the ashes. We will rebuild our great Nests, We will rearm our growing military, and we will rejuvenate our national pride. Our enemies, weak and fat in their cowardly peace, will bow or break before the triumphant will of the Nestingland. Even now, our expert Penguinaries are cleansing the streets of the filth that is the CommuSeals. As our mortal enemies draw their last breaths, so does our fledgling Nestingland draw its first. Enemies of the State, take heed: Your time is in its twilight. Your species, whether it be Ursine, Feline, Hensonian, or any sickening species that does not bear the title of Master-Fowl will be crushed underclaw. Our time is at hand, our Nest ascendant. We will have our final victory, one that will last for a thousand winters. One Fowl. One Nest. One Emperor. FIIIIN! HAIL! FIIIN! HAIL! FIIN! HAIL.