In the eyes of a monki the world is a gem. We celebrate our laziness and camaraderie within a group of no kings or peasants but warriors all. Our mirth is reserved looking in from the outside but once through the hourglass you are enveloped in the surrounding joy and humor. Our wrath is subtle, and rarely openly delivered. It never dissipates, it never disappears.
And battle! Slow to rouse, we are a rock atop a mountain. Pushed over the edge our strength and velocity is slight in its origin but grows... and gains and grows, a thunder of monki's singly focused - BATTLE!
We honor those who stand against us. We honor those who have fallen; we honor those who have left us prone. We honor those who are no more and those yet to come. We shall never honor those who cross the line, whose deeds are unforgiven. You are rare; exceptional in your ability to give offense. You are not welcome, you are remembered.
We encourage those friends who would join us. The road is long. There are trials. None are excepted. Many are rejected. Not all can be Monki's, not all would choose to be. For those who are, we await you.