Ah, I remember it like it were yesterday. Montoya pulled up to my house on his horse whilst on his usual rounds to collect the dead and asked me if I had heard of Star Citizen. I couldn't read at the time, but wanted to fit in, so naturally I lied and said 'Yes'. He went on to ask me if I would drink beer and fly space ships with him; And again, I said yes. My bitch ex-wife Nancy overheard him though and tried to get the deacon to have us burned at the stake as witches. Luckily, he too had entered into an unholy pact of beer and spaceships with the mighty Montoya. For we are many. Our numbers have built over the centuries and the Verse is nearly ready to allow us to reveal our true might. Open your eyes and face the darkness, for our Auroras will blot out the sun...
