This is not a joyful tale of kittens and puppies and rainbows. This is not a story of succeeding against the odds. These are not plucky underdogs. This is not a celebration. This is a tale of subjugation. Of reluctant warriors rising Spasskyesque in the darkness. A tale of conquest. Of the misguided and hesitant being trampled alongside the guilty; beaten before they began - dreams crushed like autumnal leaves. A tale of inevitable victory This is a wake.