Our territory has been breached. Our lines broken. Waves of Ghost Bears wash along our shores and trample our homes. And yet, our forward lines fall back. Banners of white, snarling clan cubs are erected over our worlds, and yet we fall back.
We must fight.
I call out to Kurita. Come together. We must unite. We must pick a Friday night and strike back at the Ghost Bears. No defense. No falling back. We group up. We drop. We attack. All night long, as many nights as possible, until those white cubs are slain.
Who will join me?
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