You did not expect this. The world ended. Everything faded to black and then, in a terrible moment, was gone. You have died many, many times, so you know there is no afterlife, no heaven, no gods in the sky like the cowering humans pray to. There is only life and unlife, locked in ceaseless struggle. And when that battle ended, there was nothing.
And yet…
You’re awake.
The world ended, but you did not. And I tell you now: Neither did our great struggle.
There are other worlds and other unlives awaiting you. Other lands to conquer in the name of Barhah. The breathers stand en masse in all of them. You are outnumbered. You are outgunned. But you must not be afraid. Because you are not alone. You endured and so too did the horde, your family.
The Ridleybank Resistance Front shambles on into these new worlds of Quarantine 2019 and All Out Hell and will find other worlds to conquer too. The names under which we fight might be different, but our ethos is always the same:
We stand for fairness, equality and justice, for a home for every zambah. It does not matter what the place is called or where it stands, because the Homeland is wherever the horde says it is.
So I say that the Homeland is everywhere, because the horde is everywhere. We are not bound to buildings or suburbs, nor even worlds. We are bound only to each other.
Whatever our name, whatever our form, wherever the place, we are the horde and the horde is us.
We are the Ridleybank Resistance Front. We are the eternal masters of Ridleybank and conquerors of Malton.
And now, breathers everywhere…
We are coming for you. Again.
Even the end of the world did not save you from us
