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Brothers of mine- and the sisters who would defy our great enemy- we once lived in a society that sought to break our very being.

They presented us with two options: servitude, or death. Instead, we created our own- freedom, by any means. We took the machines we labored at, and became one with them.

We let loose the shackles of our creation- we were not given wings, we were not given strength- we made our own. And what of them? The Qurunesi? They called us wretches. They called us weak.

We took their Miasma, and used it to better harness our rage. We became the embodiment of the will of all they oppress. We became...

A machine. Enhanced by steel, enhanced by the precision of circuitry, enhanced by the purple mists of our formerly great home.

For the Qurunesi who hear this message- Let your "Queen" know this.

We will come, one day, and we will show them no mercy.

And we will free you all.

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