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Let the Welsh man not deign to bear the crushing burden of the worlds angst and woes any longer, such tasks are now best left to petulant women, and the haughty English to endure. For they are the one's sallying forth, permeating their decrepit seed into the foundations of our land and spearheading the inevitable societal collapse, that stems from womanly chatter, spurred on by English guile.
For is it not the woman and the English, who are locked together in an insidious tryst, eternally conspiring for ways to subtly chip away at the very patience and sheer mettle of the Welshman? A pious, hallowed, altruistic purveyor of virtue incarnate, whose felicity is derived from the flourishing of others and nature?
Know this, fiends and companions alike, Skalds and poets, it is the Welsh who were the originators of civilisation, the cultivators of metropolises concocted from limestone, whose accomplishments now lay tarnished and charred in piles of ruin, by those fetid buck toothed apparitions begat from lust, whose very existence is a blight and bane upon every accomplishment and bout of wisdom we impart upon the very realm!
Humbled afore the scalding geysers they shall be. Every woman and Englishman, who has incurred the indigence of man, shall be apprehended, held under duress, lightly lashes and then cleansed, cleansed of all their iniquity. Purified in the bowels of blistering, pain wracked agony, that shall scatter their ruminations of deceit and treachery, replacing them with nowt but a single, unified spiel of discipline and appreciation. For without a light shower of curling flame, singing the matted hair from their rugged shoulders, their shall be no capacity to polymorph them into a superior model, one which ken's its place in the hierarchy, and perceives the necessity to grovel and kowtow afore their Welsh betters, who through eternal toil and perseverance concocted all that flourishes today.
Have you ever wandered throughout the lands, contemplating as to who the engineering feats and marvels of architectural wonder that belie in every nook and cranny? Or perhaps you've gazed at a particularly intricate mechanism and pondered as to what adept sage meticulously hand crafted the schematics, and eventually the genuine product, propelling it into functionality? Well it was the Welsh, and despite the English propaganda, purported and proliferated by Civilisation VI, that other factions, bearing civility and technology prior to Welsh conquest existed, the truth will prevail. All lesser beings throughout the vast realm struggled to conjure a reason for their paltry existence, and merely lay on their haunches, dressed in loincloths and bearing makeshift tools concocted from timber, ceaselessly awaited the arrival of omniscient sages to lead them. And the Welsh did arrive, elevating their quality of living, their hygiene and instilling valour, previously unfathomable, inside their flimsy, malleable minds. Yet even now, despite our philanthropy these sinister beasts duly spurn and omit our efforts in availing them from an eternity of tedium and repetition, seeking only to tempt our wroth and purloin our accomplishments, leading to the gradual sundering of our land as we ken it.
Let Civilisation be an earnest reminder to the fate of the realm, once lesser, quivering beings propagate and seize control off our lands. They will import nought but decadence, leaving nought but an inferior, civilisation to burrow within the soil and paint a twisted, deprave mockery of the original, flourishing creation, that once radiated with a radiant pious lustre.