We remember.

We remember Vancouver, city on the sea, home of us all.

We remember the alien skies, the lines of mana flowering over our heads.

We remember our lives, plumbers and webmasters, florists and stylists, deliverers and engineers.

We remember the dark of the road, as we fled our homes become traps.

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We remember the light of the burning mana, as we were remade for a new world.

And above all, we remember that wisdom is what separates man from monster.

The change gave us strength, but man does know the limit of strength.

The change gave us power, but man needs to know the nature of power.

The change gave us all we needed to live, but man lives not on hunt alone.

And above all, the change left us history, for under the fur, wendigo is man and learning is what separated man from monster.

Never forget where we came from, for the blood of the Ancients still flows in all Changed.

So say we all.

Under the barred line is a scrawled mention “original BG was better than 2004 crap”