The devils are coming. Red-eyed devils that run backwards, their heels glowing luminiously as day darkens into dusk. They sreech and thunder, spewing a vile fume from their cold long lips. They ripped through our home, killing thousands of our people, slaughtering us into pieces to be tossed aside in shavings of our flesh. Our dead were never replaced for the red-eyed devils carried with them on their back a long cloak of stone, dust and iron, tearing our kingdoms and homes into fragements of what our nation once was. But even as we speak, the red-devils grow stronger, multiplying from their unnatural births. Do you hear the hum and rumble of their foreign tongue? Already you may be enslaved and not even know it