And the muses will reward you.
Tread the muck and grime of discipline
That in the end you may claim your prize.
You may falter from your regimen if defeat satisfies you,
But do not then suffocate the world with your excuses.
Practice to exhaustion,
To the brink of sanity,
Far beyond the limits of mind and body.
That is what it takes.
Practice is no casual exercise.
Practice,
Or die.
Victory and conquest are taken,
Not given,
Taken by force,
By those who utilize each ounce of drive.
Victors travel the road of turmoil without complaint.
Why do they strive?
Stare the tempests of adversity face to face
And endure discomfort.
Many crack and break to doubt,
But not the greats.
The crowds are a distraction.
Practice to the edge of possibility and acquire yourself.
Prestige comes at a high price.
Are you prepared to pay?
Practice
Or die.
Nothing ought to be more valuable than the glory.
Every fiber within ought to lust upon triumph above all else.
Walk the grim and brutal path alone.
Barter your life to prevail.
Practice.
Or die.
| Version/Build | Date |
| Beta v4.0 | February 10, 2016 |
| Beta v3.0 | February 9, 2016 |
| Beta v2.0 | February 8, 2016 |
| Beta v1.0 | February 8, 2016 |
| Alpha v1.0 | February 8, 2016 |
