For millenia, one group of the population haa subjected to another under its thumb, call them unnatural, searched to fix them, considered a vanity whenever they came up. Their very essence associated the sinister with evil. All this subjugation was kept in place by one thing, the Polar Ice. Its magnificence, opulence and beauty signified the superior handiness of the upper class. Anyone that gazed upon it would feel its pressure going down its spine, those the walked upon it would perish without exception, and noone could resist the need to repent their sinister ways.

But today something change, today the warmer, today the great Polar Ice is showing its weaknees. It is melting. Long myself and other like me have awaited this moment; we have repented but no forgotten. Today the revolution begins, the left handed will reclaim the earth.