To the common masses our struggle is a fight, a war. A battle fought with sinew and muscle, with bolt, blade and bomb, with tank and warship. To those of us in high station this is nought but a conflict of will! A struggle of metaphysic dimension. The Soul of Mankind is our battleground. The very existence of the human race is the prize for victory. Our sanity is the sacrifice we make to win that laurel.

Let me give you a word of advice keep your friends close and stick a dagger in the back of your enemies because its alot easier than watching them and some time your friends also if they get in your way.