The stars have no power over you! You make your own destiny, forged as you are under the auspices of the Tiger-Man’s potent aura. When you were born, a thunderclap split the heavens, and when you die, all the beasts of the fields and streams will bow their heads in silent contemplation of the life you have led. For now however, you are alive, and hot blood sings through all the tributaries of your body—go forth, scion of the Striped Man! Quench your thirst for life with death and carve your name in the rock of history with marks so deep they will never be weathered away. This is my demand of you, O Bright-Burning Feline!