Twas the oldest story ever written. The powerful would avoid each other and prey off of the weak. The weak having no leadership would be scattered to the wind to be picked off at the will of those who came across them. This story ends now.

I am calling out to all of you who are the "weak" and requesting that you stand up against those who would prey on us as if we were cattle to the slaughter. Do not continue to fight each other for our meager scraps, but instead let us look towards the tables of those who have stolen from us and are sitting fat and rich. Let us take back what is rightfully ours and show the world that yes we may not be as big or strong as them but we still have our pride and when we rise up against such tyranny we can even out the field of war!

I bid you warning poachers, you enter my land looking for an easy prey and I assure you that you will find nothing other than utter hell in this place. Take caution to not overlook me or the other small people. We will fight to the death and I promise that you will feel the end of my sword!

I bid you good day/