Introduction

Winston Churchill said: You may have to fight when there is no hope of victory, because it is better to perish than live as slaves.

I am Purple Van Winkle and I am a Wild Human.
We are terribly hard but we are as friendly as you will allow us to be. There are some things you need to know about Wild Humans because we are more in number than we have caused you to be aware of and because, there is a war being fought all around you. Whether or not you perceive this, you are, of a certain, on one side or the other, for there is no middle ground. And we badly need you.
Take this to heart: Wild Humans do not start wars. Ever. We did not start this war. Rogue started this war. They should not have done it.
They struck while our defenses were down, we Wild; a reputable race of predictably good people living day to day, much the same as you. We never saw it coming.
They used the stratagem of elaborate and varied subterfuge. Small cells, each under the cover of it’s own, individual, ruse. Upon gaining our confidence, they gained access and then hit us by surprise. We never had a chance.
Before we were able to rally they attacked. They captured our Banners and Flags. They took our Gongs as booty. Out of our fear we quieted our own Drums and drenched our own fires in an attempt to keep from drawing their further attentions. While our eyes were still dazzled by the dying embers of our own blazes they infiltrated and, from within our own encampments, they ambushed under the cover of darkness. Their blood-lust was extreme. Beyond reason.
Although we understood that this was happening in other encampments, we were yet laid low when our naïveté of our own imminent danger was at its highest.
Rogue cloak themselves as replicas of Wild Humans and swear love and fidelity to us. They exude loyalty and protectiveness of us. Thus did they, and thus do they still, further infiltrate our strongholds. It is an act of genius, and of deception, and of a great evil.
One year ago I, myself, was laid low, very nearly too low and grievously wounded with injuries, some of which are permanent in nature, through the implementation of this method. My One, the King, thought to fell me in the initial onslaught.
I write to you from a safe place, protected and cared for by a small army of other Wild Humans and The Tame Gone Feral who will surround me with much strength until I recover as fully as I am able. This will take another two years. Until that time I have no choice but to fight in a different way. In order to hold the entangling ground we have recovered our forces must unceasingly fight. We must fight hard. We must fight well. We must never stop.
Rogue continue to press us until we submit to slavery in meekness only to then run over us, roughshod, in an attempt to break our will and destroy us completely. They offer no other terms. There are many other wounded, many who have fallen and many who are still thus held.
All who remain Human, Wild or Tame: This can never be. The will of the Wild Human enslaved or free, can never be broken. We may, many times, be laid very low but we can never be fully reclaimed by our oppressors for, the commonality of our DNA and that of those yet to go Feral differs from Rogue, Elementals, the EverTame and also, of those who sleep. Our genetic code rules that we are born warlike against thoughtless submission. Hence, it is not in us to surrender to domination or bow our heads to oppression.
Be advised that Rogue, our oppressors, are your oppressors also. They cloak themselves as replicas of yourselves and of your friends. They stay close at hand and remain quiet concerning their objective: the domination of all, alike. They rely on the natural strength of a position of a strong alliance with you. Whispered proposals to you of peace with us are unaccompanied by any sworn covenant with us – and only serve as indication of a plot to do us further harm from within our encampments.
Rogue are identifiable by a show of a supreme lack of intelligence. One sign of this severe lack is in beginning by bluster and afterwards by taking fright at our numbers. Look hard, make your calculations from your temples and identify them in your hearts but have a care… their method of warfare is based on deception and they are friend to no one.
Friends, Tame or Wild, you are The Garrison who slumber in the narrow passage of our escape. Where there is no Champion, we ask then for your underpinning.
We carefully study your well being at all times. We will not overtax you, hence, we ask you only for information at this time, our final objective being, to escape slaughter. We will not expose you. We will not attempt to marshal you. We place no restrictions on you because we know you are faithful and that you can be trusted.
Our main objective is to instill one standard of courage which all must reach. Therefore, friends: we commission you to incline your ear and then give of your voice; to be constantly on the qui vive in ascertaining our common foe’s attendants, their aids-di-camp, their door-keepers, their sentries, their modus operandi, and that you inform us of these things. Our only demand: Be subtle!
Be subtle!
You are The Garrison through which The Tame, still held in the bondage of much violence, will succor the victory of escape and of life itself, or suffer the defeat of injury and very literal death - by the strong hand of an exceeding persuasive oppressor.
We are great in our strengths and gaining in number. Those who shelter our soldiers, those who keep us well provisioned, those who support us, morally, financially, spiritually and in every thinkable way, are identifiable by insignia – a Purple ribbon worn on their baggage or on their persons.
Our soldiers; whether Humans Born Wild or the Tame Gone Feral, wear the insignia in their hair or sport a thin braid of hair, dyed Purple.

I am Purple Van Winkle and on behalf of my Sovereign I say…
To the Garrison: Sleepers Awake!; Closed eyes; Open! See!; Deaf ears; Hear!; Closed mouths; Grow tongues! Give word.
To the Tame: Go Feral.
To my Wild Humans and my Feral: Wear it as ever you will but take up the Purple.
To the slaves and prisoners: Escape them! Come to us! Do not go back!
To all: In War: Resolution. In Defeat: Defiance. In Victory: Magnanimity. In Peace: Good Will.