Now then

It is the end of time, and all had faded. Only the beasts remain, their hearts cold and their swords warm with blood. The greatest battle the world will ever see is upon us, and we are losing. There are two factions of beasts: rogerian and tribulian. I belong to the former, as my father had and my grandfather before him. We are a noble breed, strong and courageous, but not without faults. We tend to generalize about problems, and have an issue with pride. We will fight, however, because we must. Even with that being said, I am afraid. I have fear, in other words, for you see, the tribulian beasts are many and mighty in power.