some accounts describe CTZEN as a decorated organisation, conceived in the adversity which was once born of New Mesopotamia’s pious militant fishing state [circa 3128]. they say that this coalition orchestrated The Great Pacification of 3131, and that affiliates were always clad in the most astounding garments.

it was said that one day a man would come to New Mesopotamia, digesting a bergamot orange. however, the consequences of this event could never have been foretold.

some claim it was a chilling summer's evening, while some recall a sweltering winter's morning. regardless, all accounts agree on one thing: the distinct smell of bergamot writ upon the air. this scent broke through the characteristic essence of the apefish trade, which ever hung over New Mesopotamia, and so it was committed to the memories of many.

he, O citric envoy, was anticipated. in New Mesopotamia, a watchful few reigned. aback the frames of a blind many, they fostered piety as they coaxed apefish ashore: a great and worthy Apostolate.

professionals tend to agree that he - the envoy - appeared first in New Ur, Ziggurat 3A. and, the accounts of old carcass peddlers generally provide that it was an Apostolate camera that identified him- one of those intradigestive ones.  within moments, the designated gunmonks of Ur  would have acquired him. it could have occurred no other way.

and thus was the envoy apprehended and the bergamot note expunged. a worthy attempt, but New Mesopotamia's watchful few were naïve to taunt such augury. 

the ones watchful were satisfied with their harvest. they discarded its shell, without memory nor mind. a sterile and barren slate, it moved on instinct, knowing only one thing: that it was now none.

it was around this time that a new name began to appear in the slums of the Dried Euphrates, not far from New Babylon. a man, an unblue-footed ascetic who was followed by a curious odour - one of bergamot orange. they called him: 'Daq Zheenso'.

New Babylon, elevated on the iridescent sands of the region, chewed its heretics thoroughly before spitting them out onto the desolate scene of the Dried Euphrates. you could thus find no greater concentration of them here, though they were devoid of passions, totally static in their discontentment with the grey fortress that discarded them. 

it's largely agreed that the arrival of the ascetic ignited something in the hearts of men. he, Daq Zheenso, walked flame into a den of gunpowder and hope embered again on the deprived sand of the Dried Euphrates. most understand that it is here that the first threads of the banner of liberation, CTZEN, began to entwine - in the dream of a boundless world.

this is the extent of the recorded information