*The sound of war drums echo off the mountain side*

We came to this island long before the pale faced ones. In a time when the white buffalo grazed the plain and our people farmed the land in peace. Now the white buffalo are all but gone and our land is covered in metal tee pee built by the pale face. We are the followers of the great Sky God. We ask that he gives our people strength and protect us in our darkest hour. We will take back our land, one scalp at a time!