Originally Posted by deflave
Originally Posted by Stophel
I already don't recognize the land I grew up in. I am surrounded by chattering mestizos. Even my own people do not speak and act as they should, and once did. The stench of burning coal is always in the air. The Chosen Tribe has been quite successful in leading us to ruin, but it is our own fault for letting them.


Which land did you grow up in?


I’d bet Oregon. (Sorry Beav...)