We were once of the living. Our collective souls served no real purpose, as they only engaged in useless trivialities. They consumed, they reproduced, but they lived beneath a crushing ignorance. We give thanks to the Human Being who ripped our lives from us. The thread He used created a fur coat of poise and polish, and stitched together the collective conscious which is… Us.

Jung detailed the powers of a collective unconscious; archetypes and symbols spreading across the feeble minds of many. But he could never have imagined the power of a collective conscious. While one of our minds is no more intelligent than a common stoat, together we possess an intellect far surpassing your simple animal brain.

Try to stop us. Raise whatever power you can and bring it against us. It will do you no good. We are not living. We are not dead. We are more.