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Geeknights vs The World
My dear friends, I have come to a terrible realization. I have noticed that our lords Rym and Scott have been provoking our allies for quite some time now. It began with a declaration of war against Fast Karate for the Gentleman (in Air Hockey). It continued on with the dispute against one-third of our strongest allies: Anime World Order. Now, with the criticization of Anime-Pulse, we have created enemies with those whom we consider friends, or at the very least, acquaintances.
Our sacred leaders are slowly delving into the depths of hell. We are provoking our allies, and soon enough, the gods. Forumgoers, brothers, although we are facing tough times, we must stand by our leaders. We MUST withhold the honor of our territory. This pseudo-ivory tower of ours has attacked some powerful organizations, and we may very well have to defend it with our lives. Are you ready?
(As you can see, I've been playing way too much Puzzle Quest and Wesnoth)
Our sacred leaders are slowly delving into the depths of hell. We are provoking our allies, and soon enough, the gods. Forumgoers, brothers, although we are facing tough times, we must stand by our leaders. We MUST withhold the honor of our territory. This pseudo-ivory tower of ours has attacked some powerful organizations, and we may very well have to defend it with our lives. Are you ready?
(As you can see, I've been playing way too much Puzzle Quest and Wesnoth)
Comments
"Keep your friends close and your enemies closer:
Fuck, now that I'm talking about it again, these M&Ms I have in my desk drawer just aren't going to cut it. I'm going to end up heading to bloody damned WM just to get a stupid dollar candy.
This is the latest parle we will admit;
Therefore to our best mercy give yourselves;
Or like to men proud of destruction
Defy us to our worst: for, as I am a soldier,
A name that in my thoughts becomes me best,
If I begin the battery once again,
I will not leave the partly-achieved podcast
Till in her ashes she lie buried.
The gates of mercy shall be all shut up,
And the flesh'd soldier, rough and hard of heart,
In liberty of bloody hand shall range
With conscience wide as hell, mowing like grass
Your fresh-fair virgins and your flowering infants.
What is it then to me, if impious war,
Array'd in flames like to the prince of fiends,
Do, with his smirch'd complexion, all fell feats
Enlink'd to waste and desolation?
What is't to me, when you yourselves are cause,
If your pure maidens fall into the hand
Of hot and forcing violation?
What rein can hold licentious wickedness
When down the hill he holds his fierce career?
We may as bootless spend our vain command
Upon the enraged soldiers in their spoil
As send precepts to the leviathan
To come ashore. Therefore, you pwned podcasts,
Take pity of your bandwidth and of your sound equipment,
Whiles yet my soldiers are in my command;
Whiles yet the cool and temperate wind of grace
O'erblows the filthy and contagious clouds
Of heady murder, spoil and villany.
If not, why, in a moment look to see
The blind and bloody soldier with foul hand
Defile the locks of your shrill-shrieking daughters;
Your fathers taken by the silver beards,
And their most reverend heads dash'd to the walls,
Your naked infants spitted upon pikes,
Whiles the mad mothers with their howls confused
Do break the clouds, as did the wives of Jewry
At Herod's bloody-hunting slaughtermen.
What say you? will you yield, and this avoid,
Or, guilty in defence, be thus destroy'd?
Apologies to Henry V, Act III, Scene iii