Men of Action Unite.
This is not a world conductive to renegade swordsmen. There are no stained glass windows worth leaping through. No battlements worth scaling, and more importantly, no reason to scale them. Every action is as hollow as its victory. Every act of defiance against convention a taboo gesture in futility. They call me Quixotic. But in a world filled with nothing but windmills I am left with only two terrible choices; to tilt or not to tilt.