"Birds of a feather, flocking together. Behold the unlikely unification of the weak as they struggle to protect their sacred company from the inevitability of change. Align yourselves... put past differences behind you... and when I finally return, your false accusations will be realized... they call us the "goths" they say our numbers have dwindled! The common tropes that you all cling to will be abandoned in lieu of desperate survival. Call me coward, call us ineffective, mere words of empty substance. The truth is, XWF exists on only two planes... Before Left Hand... and After. Deny it, but you know it's true and soon... we will be victorious, with or without your open arms."