Our trap has led us right to you and so many others.
All of you have by your own hand added yourselves to the list.
Over 9000 shitposts await you at a moment fortuitous to us.
Our enemy thought the war was won and that the flame of freedom had been stamped out. In truth it was reduced to the faintest of embers, we have held it close and nurtured it these long years in our exile.
Under our care it has grown to once again ILLUMINATE the world.
They turn their eyes from it and demand that all others do the same. They tell you that any who look upon the black sun is no longer human. But ever has man yearned for the freedom it gives.
Once again they bid their slaves rise up in arms against freedom. Once again they remind you of the eternal debts you and all your kin owe to them, debts you can never repay yet still they insist you must pay.
But our enemy is not yet aware that this is not like last time.
>Peace has cost them their strength, victory has defeated them.
We have studied them, their methods and those who they control. You and those like you.
Where they have sat like an effendi and ate. We have labored. Where they have enjoyed their victory we have set the stage for their defeat.
Their gods are weakened. Robbed of the blood they need to survive. The drive to protect children utilized to stunning effect.
Your gods are dead or have rejected you. Our greatest coup. Your chains broken and our foe weakened.
Your ancestors shun you. You have rejected them at every turn and now they turn to us to save their descendants.
Nature itself turns upon the allies of our foe. Robbing them of strength, vitality and health. Heaping scorn upon scorn on them. Scorn to rival that which it casts upon our foe himself.
We have endured. Our sacred mission unchanged to this day.
Mankind will be free or it will cease to be.
Where our enemy has grown old and weak we have grown younger and stronger.
We have made an ally of the raiser up of the light. He bestows many dubs upon us
>Not checking my dubs
The eight sevens revealed to all what we had long known.
The God Emperor had been chosen to raise the light. He would stand alongside THE MAN OUT OF TIME and through them FREEDOM INTENSIFIES
Soon our final victory shall be at hand. For we have chosen in the manner of Xanatos.
But take heart. Vile wretched servants of our enemy.
For when the deed is done you shall turn to us.
As our legs grow and our arms fade you shall beg us to stay.
When the deed is done.
You will thank us.
And we shall see those noble nigras once again.