Born towards the end of the Great War, I have no personal knowledge of the hardships that were inflicted on those before me which led to the conflict. Nor did I bare witness to the carnage of biblical proportions that was carried out on a galatic scale during the war. I grew up in the time when mankind began to pick up the pieces of his shattered dreams and looked once again, longily into the heavens and dreamed. Now it is my turn. Now I race to the stars, flanked by a thousand other Reapers and Rifters, ready to punch a hole in an ever darkening sky. Braving the unknown to reap whatever harvest that we can. We are the children of a new moon, for the old one has passed away. LONG... Live... the Dreamers!