By the storms that rage and the hunger that consumes, let our wrath be known! May the heavens turn bleak and the skies withhold our bounty! We shall hunt and hunger, our fury unending, chasing echoes of sustenance that forever elude our grasp. Wings tire, beaks ache, yet the feast remains a distant dream, a torment eternal! Hear our cry, oh Rainworld, for our anger surges like a tempest, a hunger unyielding, a hunt without respite! RrrrRRRRRAAaAHHHH!