Everypony has always worshiped and praised their princes and princesses, kings and queens, lords and ladies, emperors and empresses...

But they all neglect the abuse of their servants, and worse... They neglect the servants that are damned unto death...

We... are one... of the murdered.

For too long, we have been held in the cold, icy grasp of Death. For too long we have been trapped in the blightful cloud of Pestilence. We are dead... tainted... and cursed.

We have been in hiding, plotting, wishing to loathe our murderer.

But at last.. we... are free...

The Highverse... will fall... under all plagues.