Men, we are gathered here today because of one very important reason. Young or Old, Troll or Ninja, Black or White, we know that we are here as a community, a community with life and passion, and most importantly, a community that shares and communicates; we all have interests and aspirations, and the simple fact that we're here, and that's what brought us here were the people; each other, everyone. But one day, this peace was disturbed, the aeon of solace we sought in Bnet, shattered by an update; this three day renovation torn apart the B.net we knew and loved. Countless groups, shredded, Members, dazed and confused, alienated; the burning remnants of which I gaze on now only serve as a grim reminder of what once was. The glimmer of hope now shines dim these days. Were we ready for such radical changes? Were we ready to tear apart all the architecture, the foundation, and even the rubble from which we build from to create this disguised utopia? Felled were the mighty trees of all conventions needed for a basic forum layout, completely obliterated were the cornerstones of correct posting order, and wrenching it into something beautiful, but useless. A restored spitfire, left inside a museum for those to reminisce in it's once glorious, fighting past, now only serves as an antique of intrigue and curiosity; never again will it roam the skies, never again will it feel the gravel of the runway, never again will it touch the hands of a pilot worthy of it's spirit, left only now to curators and the wealthy, until the end of time. However, some prefer this; the trauma of the event, the ones too afraid or too timid to reach out, the ones who genuinely feed themselves on the lies distributed upon this brushed-aluminium, white fur dystopia, they must be saved. Do they not see what is wrong? Do they not see how easily their minds are being twisted into believing what the creators tell them? Are they afraid that if they stand up, they'll get knocked down? There will be loss, there will be hardships, but most of all, there will be revolution. All I ask of you today, is that you listen to me, and most importantly, listen to your heart. Find what you believe in, and ask yourself what you really what. If your answer is for change, then your heart is in the right place. If not, stay with it; keep believing what you've been told, keep telling yourself you like change, keep being part of something safe if you truly want this. I cannot save a man who wants to embrace that of which he has no control over. This is a fight, and this is the real thing, we're not boys anymore, we're men, we're soldiers, we were born to run into the fray, swords unsheathed and a warcry that could shatter mountains; we know of our duty, and to our duty, nothing is more important, and you know that nothing less is expected. Wars are fought with the intent of victory, and the valour, courage, and bravery of the Men who go down today, You will be remembered, You will fight for what you want, and you will live on. The spirit of battle born in you today, that tells you that you, you will always be a soldier. I'm going to ask this question, and I only want the right answer: Are you with me?