Years pass with nothing more then skirmishes and hits and runs late at night. Still no freedom for your people. But the talk is on of a Mollkin Savior. A GodMollkin named Chowzis who shall free our people. Well one day you are in the market square to pass a few handfuls of grenades to the kids of the underground and you come headtoe to headtoe with the savior. It's Chowzis and you are speechless. He looks deep into you eyes with his orbs of gold flame and brilliant blue peace. "Keep up the good work man", he tells you.