"what Once Was a Peaceful, Friendly, And Energetic Species, Now Discarded Like Trash, as the Bodies and Pieces of the Shattered And Fallen Species Lay On The Ground to Be Trampled Upon... Their Unmakyr... Stnads in the Mountain of Bodies as It Holds it's Weapon of Choice... Then Their History, Was Lost To The Time And Space Of Life... Now... There's only Few Remaining Survivors of the Ancient Species... Including The Grieving Unmakyr of the Species... No Further Knowlodege of the Species' History has Been Recovered Ever Since... Then..."