As one of the last bastions of hope for true RPGs and gathering point of fighters against decline from all over the globe for almost a decade now, it is not only our responsiblity - no it's even more: It is our holy duty to errect a Statue in honor of our own monocleness.
Living proof and testimony for all future generations to come that in the greatest hour of need, when the perfect opportunity arose to show the world that the true genre is not quite dead yet, we were there. NOT on the sidelines, but right at the centre of the revolution. Standing ready with wallets in our hands and pledging not only for our sakes, but for the sake of our children. Our loved ones. Our brothers in arms. All of gamekind. Right here and right now fate presented us with the chance to make a difference.
Aye, pledge money and you may loose your life savings. Stay silent now, and you'll live to play Diablo VII. Dying in our beds, many years from now, would we be willing to trade all the days, from this day to that, for one chance - just one chance - to come back here and tell the popamole right in it's ugly face that it may take our lives, but it'll never take... OUR MONOCLES!