The Colonies, The beginning of America. This was a great time, a time of a new nation being born, the beginning, of the greatest nation of all time. This time period is romantically known as the exodus of persecuted pilgrims daringly exploring lands never before seen by European eyes, and taming the savage land so that they may thrive as their own, free of the tyranny of the Roman Catholics and Anglicans. This time is famously known for the first Thanksgiving, when the Indians came with food and dined along with the Pilgrims, and they lived peacefully together. But this is not true, far from it. The Pilgrims were a foreign invader, along with the Puritans. They came from nowhere and possessed for them what was of the spirits for no known reason, and defend it fiercely. They practice customs far removed from what you knew, and they take what they want, and refuse to give it back, preferring to kill, rather than share. Worse still, the White man spreads like a plague, and poison those you know and love by their very presence. You don't know what these things are, but what you do know, is that they bring death and destruction to wherever they roam, and you must somehow find a way to make them return from where they came, or risk losing all know and love through their corrupting touch. The Savages though, they live to their namesake. They lie and steal and kill without remorse, from anyone, to even their own kind. They practice demonic customs, and may be the demons that book talks of. They scalp your friends, burn your homes, and lie in wait, until your guard is let down, to destroy all you know and love. They speak odd tongues, possibly cursing you through their own demon ways. To you, they are more like demons than human, and you know that you must hold steadfast, or return to the persecution you left in the first place. White Man, White Land. Savage Man, Savage Land.