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To war, to war! Sound the Gjallarhorn and prepare yourselves. Your youth is spent and the end is here. Gather yourselves for the coming battle and let go your fears. The scars of past mean nothing, the wounds of old forgotten. The only time is now, the only future is death. So grab your weapons and prepare, for the war has come and your place in it beckons. What else is there but this end? What else should there be?