Fire. Fire and shaving cream came upon us all when their invasion began. Their numbers were countless, they were as the clouds in the sky. Men, women, and children were crucified to great representations of their gods--the spiral red and white pole, ever twisting in its sickening dance and display. Their screams greeted me at every turn, and try as I might, I could not escape them. Though we were hopelessly outnumbered, we were not without our strength--more than once I saw their bodies, clutching with zealous, fervent blasphemy to their weapons, the twin blades stuck to their throats in such an ironic mockery of their vile gods. However, I hid for hours, days even, as the purges struck through our lands. We, humble followers of the Great Name, were struck down by an alien god. The Ibthen marched upon the Holy Lands, and at the time we were helpless to stop them.

Et En Sasausage,
(Raise Hands)

A prophecy by Benus