Zetheren, many months ago, before the start of the Ridleybank Resistance Front’s third Excursion, I spoke to you of the green suburbs, of the safety of breathers all across Malton. I spoke to you of their laziness, their cowardice, their stupidity. I damned them for these flaws and spoke the rhetoric of hate.
Zetheren, now I tell you that I was wrong.
The breather poet, John Donne wrote ‘Death, be not proud, though some have called thee, mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so’. He believed in his words, but he was wrong. Does that make him evil? No. Are the breathers lazy? Yes. Are they stupid and cowardly? Again, yes. Should we hate them? No, zetheren.
Should the strong hate the weak? Should the hearing hate the deaf? Should we who can see hate those who are blind? No. No, my brothers and sisters, we must not hate them. The breathers are fools. Ignorant, weak and pathetic, but they deserve no hatred. They do not see the beauty of death, hear the call of the horde, smell the wondrous triumph that is in the hot, fresh blood or the newly-embraced. Do not hate the breathers, for they deserve our compassion. Our compassion and our help.
We are strong where they are weak. We are wise where they are foolish. We are the shepherds, they are the sheep. We are immortal, whilst they simply wish they could be.
Let us give them their wish!
Inside every breather in Malton is a strong, wise, immortal zombie waiting to burst out into our hallowed night and scream BARHAH to the blackened sky. We shall make it so, zetheren.
Since we embarked upon Excursion III the map has changed. Before it spoke of green and safe lands for the breathers, safe behind their barricades, the backward mides with the whip-hand over the pioneers. Now it is different. A beautiful red scar marks the face of Malton. But it is not enough. Still the putrid green infects out land, our city, and keeps the future zombies of Malton from their destiny.
WE CANNOT LET THEM DOWN!
We, the immortals of Malton, must venture once again into the barricaded heartlands of the city to convert new zetheren to our cause. Why us? Because we are the shepherds of Death; we are the missionaries of the New Flesh.
Zetheren, our time is NOW! The March of the New Flesh begins TODAY!
