Here me /pol/, I am still with you.
I may be a shore over from you, many days travel, but I will not abandon you out of fear.
I have fear in my heart, but I will not let it overcome me and force my hand away from my sword.
I will stand by the good men of the land, of the world, till my dying breath, and with every breath I have before that I will tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the dangerous and terrifying truth, no matter what it costs me, and how little is understood.
I will be a torch for the next generation if I survive that long, and if I am thrown in a jail cell I will preach the truth of the events of my lifetime to the inmates, and if they behead me for speaking the truth, then may god fill my throat with wind so I may speak the truth once again as I die and fill their hearts with the same dread that washes over us every day.
I don't know if we will win, but I swear to you, the good men and women of the world, I will fight to the end and try.