Trollebos

I would seem we are facing a giant. A terrible creature, its right arm the great governments of the world, its left the great corporations-- and in its head an infection of old-world thought. On its dread banner, embroidered in red and black: ACTA. This abomination already has laid waste to our domain, has brought its mighty fists to bear on our trivial lifestyles. Against such brutish power, it would seem there is no resistance, and the monster has already won. Yet hope remains-- hope which rests in a champion of our own, a giant who at this moment slumbers before your very eyes, comatose. His mind, just as ours, is a network. Where we ha