The cries of outrage have not been heard! My throat goes sore with my yelling and proclomations, and still, you have heard nothing. There must be made a change! There must be made a difference! This downfall has continued for longer than any other can enjoy, and not even I can bother to watch it's slide continue. The great tides will fall upon your wasted bodies, and will it feel great if you know the tide was brought upon yourself by yourself, or by others you know not of?

There must be room for a change! There is room for a change! Stand upon the bloodied rocks of mimesis and allow them to crush under your weight of genuinity! Take this downfall, and push it to it's end! Open the eyes of the blind with a great crashing shout from a group of seers! In one great voice! Take us down! Tumultus.