- Thu Jun 02, 2011 4:55 pm
#15287
As the invasion of new players marches on with no sign of slowing down, the armies of old have splintered. Noobs run rampant through our lands, breaking our homes, stealing our mined goods and claimed long deserted lands as their own, and I say, no more! The mods stand by and allow our cherished home to be destroyed, and so it must fall to us, the remnants of the old times to repeal the invaders.
In the past, we loosed bow and swung blade, called each other foe, all in the name of temporary gain and honor. Now, in the dark of Night I ask you to put aside our old grudges and wars, in the name of the future, the past must be forgotten. I call for a Brotherhood of Man, an alliance of enemies, to fight against the noobs.
This is the Night, the shining light of the past has forgotten us. Cree'thulu sent his champion, Lightbulbs, to bring about an age of progress and light... but that time has past us by. Now, in the long-told legend of the Night, we must use the skills and riches found in the Day of Light to stand against Gods challenge. We shall hold blade in one hand, brother in the other and stare into the face of God, shouting "This land is ours!" and even Cree'thulu will quake at what his champion has wrought.
I beg you now, pledge yourselves to each other, and let the Night be destroyed.
In the past, we loosed bow and swung blade, called each other foe, all in the name of temporary gain and honor. Now, in the dark of Night I ask you to put aside our old grudges and wars, in the name of the future, the past must be forgotten. I call for a Brotherhood of Man, an alliance of enemies, to fight against the noobs.
This is the Night, the shining light of the past has forgotten us. Cree'thulu sent his champion, Lightbulbs, to bring about an age of progress and light... but that time has past us by. Now, in the long-told legend of the Night, we must use the skills and riches found in the Day of Light to stand against Gods challenge. We shall hold blade in one hand, brother in the other and stare into the face of God, shouting "This land is ours!" and even Cree'thulu will quake at what his champion has wrought.
I beg you now, pledge yourselves to each other, and let the Night be destroyed.