A lone warrior approaches, lagging tiredly through the haze and dust of the battle field. All is still behind him, yet he fears there will arise new dangers from the black mists of his horrible foes… the terrible and treacherous Green Room.
Tired of only feeling empowered to fight once a month, on that fateful review day, and after braving the war alone for years with little conquest to show for his efforts; he reluctantly, at long last, casts his banner down amongst those who call themselves the Knights of the Green Room. “Perhaps,” says he, “There is strength in numbers. I will join their cause, though I may still wander off in solitude, disquieted by the apparent madness of these few who fight against the overwhelming odds and monsters at hand.”
So there he took his oath, and swore by the code of arms to uphold those duties allotted to him. “I will not rest, nor lay down my sword, until there no longer stands any work with less than two reviews. Long live the fellowship!”
