An Epistle To The Warriors. 
 
In the beginning, all Terra was calm and peaceful. Various creatures  
wandered the earth, doing the things that they did, and nobody really  
did much of anything besides eating, sleeping, and procreating. In this  
age, all Terra was green and lush and covered in rather pleasant-tasting  
plants. Penguins roamed the earth, doing Penguiny things. No being was  
yet sentient, and so everyone was generally happy, not realizing how  
very bored they all were. 
 
One day, a day not particularily different from any other day up to that  
point, a Penguin had a thought. This in itself was not unusual, thoughts  
being fairly common back then, and normally running along the lines of  
"Sleep is good." or "Eating is good.". the subject of the thought was  
what made this day special. This thought dealt with the concept of self.  
The thought went, to wit... 
 
"Sleep is good- no, wait... I exist." 
 
This thought not only kept the Penguin up far past its bedtime, but it  
sparked a wave of self-awareness across the common mind of Penguinity.  
Within days, every Penguin on earth was having thoughts along the same  
line. 
 
"I exist." 
 
"I think, therefore I should get some sleep." 
 
"I am." 
 
et cetera. 
 
Penguins call this the Era Of Sentience. It was during this era that  
philosophy was discovered, and Penguins began working on such things as  
art, music, and literature. They began to develop civilization and  
tools, the first of them being crude Rocks(tm), used to hit things. It  
was in this Era that PenguinTech was formed as a company. During the Era  
Of Sentience, Penguins advanced greatly in the expressions of the soul.  
In fact, they advanced much farther than the Humans have today, for  
reasons which will be explained later. 
 
After a time, (the exact amount of which Penguins refer to as A Time)  
Penguins progressed from the Era Of Sentience to the Era Of Science.  
This transition occured mainly because one Penguin accidentally made a  
spelling error, and, instead of writing down "I had a good day today."  
in its diary, it instead wrote "Science is the study of the world, a  
useful thing for advancing technology and making life better and easier  
for all Penguinkind.". When the Penguin reread the sentence, it decided  
two things: First, take this sentence to someone who could do something  
useful with it, and Second, invest some time learning to spell properly.  
It was during the Era Of Science that Penguinkind learned how to  
manipulate the forces of the world with devices and the laws of physics.  
Again, the technology they acquired far surpassed what Humans have  
gained today. Again, this will be explained later. In this Era, Penguins  
pushed back the boundaries of knowledge until the boundaries wouldn't  
give anymore. It was then that the Penguins realized that there was more  
to the universe then Sentience and Science. They then realized that the  
boundaries they had been pushing back were, in fact, simply their own  
limits. These limits had finally met the true boundaries, and,  
irritatingly enough, they stopped just short of several very interesting  
experiments that were going on at the time. 
 
It was then that the Era Of Mystics began. Turning their physically  
nearly-omnipotent gaze from Science, the Penguins cast about for  
anything they had overlooked in their pursuit of physical knowledge. It  
was then that they found Mystic, or magic. Starting from the beginning  
all over again, the Penguin race pursued Mysticism as doggedly as they  
had pursued Science, and all the while keeping the knowledge and skills  
gleaned from the previous two Eras. Their Mystic power grew, and they  
began to see beyond the edges of twilight into the dark their physical  
eyes could not pierce. It was then that they discovered the  
PenguinForce. The PenguinForce is an energy field that emenates from all  
Penguins, and that any Penguin may manipulate simply by force of will.  
Combining this new PenguinForce with the power of PenguinTech, they  
discovered that they were capable of traversing the dimensional fabrics  
and creating pocket universes. Spawning these pocket universes, several 
very powerful Mystics sealed themselves away for experiments that could 
rip apart our own fragile existence. Also in this Era, Penguins trained 
themselves in Mystic, or magic as the Humans know their form of it. 
Mystic could create firestorms in the ocean or tidal waves in the 
desert, tear down mountains or build them up. Not having much use for 
these things, Penguins didn't use Mystic much, although they did explore 
it to its fullest extent. Few Penguins currently keep in practice. 
 
When the Penguin Mystics returned from their experiments, they all bore  
a horrible tale. In visions that they sought out of the future, a  
terrible threat was coming from beyond the stars, a nameless, dark,  
unspeakable horror bound and determined to destroy all Sentient life  
everywhere. Not just on Terra, but the universe itself. Terrified, the  
Penguin race began research on powers that even they did not fully  
comprehend, powers only glimpsed by the most powerful Mystics. the  
Mystics, terrified themselves, did not caution against such a rash  
gamble. In fact, they guided the movement as best they could, ever aware  
of the possibility of imminent extinction. The gamble paid off, and the  
Penguins polished off the Era Of Mystics within decades, ushering in the  
final stage of Penguin development: the Era Of Ascension. 
 
Gathering the entire race of Penguins together, the Mystics put forth  
their plan: To use their powers to create a permanent pocket universe  
which would house the true essences of the Penguins. From this universe,  
the Penguins could project their beings into their bodies. The bodies  
would not be shells, in fact, everything would work exactly the same.  
The only difference would be that the souls, as it were, would be  
'anchored', and so not lost during death. The result is a strange type  
of reincarnation, where, when Penguins die, they line up to be born  
again (memories erased of course). Sometimes the line gets a little long  
and wrestling matches erupt between those anxious to get back to Terra.  
At the current time, about ten percent of all Penguins existing are  
using physical forms, and another twenty percent are waiting. Finally,  
in preparation for the horrible disaster to come, the Penguins erased  
all evidence of their culture and civilization, and clustered to the  
South pole, hoping to appear as an innocuous and harmless race of non- 
Sentient creatures. 
 
It worked. 
 
After the Era Of Ascension had died down, all was calm, for a time.  
Terra sighed deeply, aware of the peace before the storm. Then they  
came. From beyond the stars, a wounded ship, belching poison from its  
gut, crashed into Terra, knocking it out of alignment and beginning the  
process that would eventually freeze the poles. From the gaping, ragged  
maw of this ship came creatures so hideous, so unspeakably grotesque,  
that all Terran creatures fled from them in fear. Their face fur was  
coarse and unkempt, their eyes narrow and mean-spirited. Their spindly  
fingers gripped their weapons as if bound by rigor mortis. Their yellow  
fangs dripped putrid slime as they leered at this fresh new world to  
ravage. 
 
They began to destroy our world. 
 
These creatures, these "Monkeys", burned plants, slaughtered animals,  
laughed as they performed unspeakable horrors on our beloved Terra. And  
then, they found the Humans, a race who was just beginning to step into  
their own Era Of Sentience. These Monkeys, simian themselves, found the  
Humans to be less repulsive to the Monkey eye than all other Terran  
races, and so allowed them to survive. The Monkeys, xenophobic warriors,  
spared the race of Humans, intending to use them for a more drawn-out  
destruction of the planet, more thorough and enjoyable to the vicious  
Monkeys. And so they took this young race and began to pollute them,  
altering their genetic structure, filling their minds with lies and  
deceit. The Penguins realized that they could not stand idly by, and so  
also meddled in the affairs of Humans, keeping bloodlines pure of Monkey  
taint, protecting minds and hearts from the sewage the Monkeys would  
have them filled with. And so it went, for ages and ages, the Monkeys  
driving towards destruction, and the Penguins subtly keeping as many  
Humans safe as possible. 
 
However, the Penguins are losing the battle, not being able to bring  
their full force to bear. The Humans have mostly fallen under the sway  
of Monkey machinations, and have begun wholesale destruction unwittingly  
under the masked supervision of the Monkey descendants, now called  
"gorrilas" and "chimpanzees" and "apes" and the like, names derived from  
the family's ancestors, Gore and Chimpan and Apelouskostras, and others. 
 
Now the Penguins have decided to throw off their cloak of hiding and  
bring their full strength of arms to bear, to save the planet they love  
so much. They have begun to rescue those Humans free of Monkey  
influence, and bring them to safety and power among the Penguin forces.  
These Pure Humans have such potential in the eyes of the Penguins that  
the Penguins are willing to make them leaders and follow them into  
battle. One, in fact, has become leader of the Penguin Self Defense  
Force, rising to take his place at the head of the greatest fighting  
force Terra has ever seen. 
 
And now begins the Era Of War. Now begins the days when Terra will groan  
and shudder with the blows of the mighty titans struggling to save it  
from thosee who would destroy it. Now begins the struggle for freedom, a  
struggle by no means garaunteed to succeed. Now begins Humanity's last  
hope, and Penguinity's strike against the interlopers who would destroy  
us all... 
 
NOW BEGINS THE STORY OF THE PSDF.