As one rises to victory, others will tremble in fear.

Gentlemen,

The leaves have fallen and the air grows colder. It's that time again. All signs point to a similar fate. I foresee a physically small, yet supernaturally vast formation in the near future. Deep in the woods, at a very familiar [t.a.c.] founding ground, lies signs which hint at inexplicable events taking part in the coming weeks. Welcome home.