There is an Old White Tiger who lives on a mountain far from here. He spins tales of the demise of our ancesstors in the Old world and how we ended up here in the New world.  Many a scholars from the world over come to look for his guidance and to learn from the things he has seen and chronicle it for future generations, for he and his are some of the oldest left in this world. He tells tales of sorrow and heartbreak, of love and romance, of action and adventure, of horror and death. The stories he weaves stir the soul and enrapture the mind with each telling but their is always one constant. The Old White Tiger always begins like this, "Now young ones you live in a privledged time, Your forebearer accomplished much to conquer this hell hole and make it ours. Many things and people were sacrificed for these luxuries you enjoy so be ever vigiliant against the darkness at the edge of the empire. Let this Old Man tell you stories of his youth, stories of Blue Boxes and Red Domes. Those fleeting days of death..........."