"My fellow citizens… We live in a world where war is forbidden, yet we've lost again and again. So I ask you now: why is this? Is it because the last king failed? Because we are the lowest ranked race? Because we are fated to die, helpless? No."

"In the ancient war, the gods, the warbeasts, all the races fought, and we fought among them and survived. Why is it that this whole continent was once ruled by us? Is it because we are a race that specializes in violence? Why were we able to rule the continent? Is it because we were masters of war? I tell you it is not."

"We fought and survived because we are weak."

"In every time, in every world, the strong polish their fangs while the weak polish their wisdom. Why are we in such danger now? Because the new world has broken the fangs of the strong, and they have learned to polish their wisdom. The wisdom and strategies that we, the weak, once monopolized. The power to survive. The strong have gained them all, and that brought us to this state."

"Answer me this, everyone. Why do you bow your heads? I repeat, why do you bow your heads? We are the weak! We are the weak, just as we have always been. Yes, nothing has changed at all. The strong may imitate our weapons, but they will never master them. Because at the heart of our weapons lies a cowardice born of almost humiliating weakness. This cowardice has given us the wisdom to escape from oppression. This cowardice has given us the wisdom, born from learning and experience, to predict the future itself."

"I say a third time: we are the weak. We are the proud weak who have, throughout history, torn out the throats of those who sit back and boast of their strength.
We hereby declare that we will live as the weak, fight as the weak, and as the weak, we will destroy the strong! As we once were, and as we will always be. Accept that we are the weakest race, one that can become anything because we were born with nothing."

"Now, let's begin the game."