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We Regrettably Attacked The Horde. Had you going there for a minute I did...
f(4c) = 41:0d:42 (616|536) K56 6,985 symo12 [Death}] Pi3.243 [Jungle] 29th Jan 2010 - 23:06:03
f(4a) = 41:0d:4e (617|538) K56 9,129 symo12 [Death}] Pi3.243 [Jungle] 29th Jan 2010 - 09:53:49
We decided to take life by the horns and refused to heed their warnings. The response? The Wrath of 600 fakes and a few noble "trains" were unleashed upon wee little Pi3.243. What is there to do. What can be said?
I know!
I'll tell you a story! Stories are fun after all. This would be the story of an experience. A traumatic one at that. It was a very important experience I would say. Majorly important might be the word? We experienced a Major Trauma if you will.
I'll explain. You see, we were eating a welcoming feast in one of Pi3.243's newly purchased rental properties when all of the sudden we were besieged by people of all shapes and sizes. Their intentions? To ask us not to attack the horde. (Getting the theme yet?). They feared that if we attacked the horde, those in the horde might be in danger. An interesting concept we had not contemplated upon until this point. We decided to take several of them up on their offers, and so, a dastardly plot was schemed by a great many in hopes of self preservation (they were hoping to remain anonymous). They would unleash the full Wrath of "Death" upon us. Well, by us I mean Pi3.243. Little did they know that their little scheme had been given to us almost since it's conception. The plot?
Now of course as he said, the plan was rather rough. That didn't stop them from fleshing out more details and promptly telling us the plan. You see, there were two plans. The first was to attack one wee little lad with everything at their disposal. The second was to smash all of Death's troopies on a rather tasty collection of rather largely stacked villages. See, we were informed of their little game almost since the start. In fact, we had a hand in planning it. We're nice like that.
So, they have their plan. They have their troops. All there is to do now is enact said plan right? And so they did. But they gave it to us first of course. :icon_wink:
And so now we are here. Begging forgiveness for our meager attempts at transgression toward the dubiously delightful and dutifully trustworthy collection of terrestrial corporeals that compose Death. (How are we doing Chestycles?)
Perhaps this story went a wee bit tangential, so we'll go back to a similar topic. Our Major Trauma. See, there was one plan we didn't plan. It might actually accomplish something sadly. (I am trying to be modest. Is it working?) You see, there was one who wished troops not to smash villages not relying on the local McDonalds for food. Sadly, we were also forewarned, and continually apprised of their success (or in this case lack-there-of).
So now I give you...
Now the story has become a novel, and kudos to any who've managed to bear with me through this tale. Lord knows I won't be spending the time to proofread this, so instead I'll leave dear Death with two options. This option goes to any who honestly thought their little plan was intended for them to succeed. For those hapless souls we give you a choice. We are nice enough guys. We'll let you leave your tribe and scatter to the wind. We'll even probably let you keep your villages. Or you can continue following a pack of leaders interested in self-appointed titles of grandeur and attempts toward self-preservation. Your choice, though option one will not stay there for long.
Now for a present. We all enjoy presents right? Chestycles wished for me to reveal the name of those deceiving him, so we shall give him one. Well actually, we already did. Remember that Traumatic Experience I told you about? That was it. As has been shown in the past, we don't like leaders who betray their tribe. Regardless of how much it may benefit us. So dear Chestycles, enjoy your present and minor self-proclaimed victories. They will not last much longer. We have even decided on a new name, just for you. Because we're clearly running away from our repeated pathetic losses as Jungle.
f(4c) = 41:0d:42 (616|536) K56 6,985 symo12 [Death}] Pi3.243 [Jungle] 29th Jan 2010 - 23:06:03
f(4a) = 41:0d:4e (617|538) K56 9,129 symo12 [Death}] Pi3.243 [Jungle] 29th Jan 2010 - 09:53:49
We decided to take life by the horns and refused to heed their warnings. The response? The Wrath of 600 fakes and a few noble "trains" were unleashed upon wee little Pi3.243. What is there to do. What can be said?
I know!
I'll tell you a story! Stories are fun after all. This would be the story of an experience. A traumatic one at that. It was a very important experience I would say. Majorly important might be the word? We experienced a Major Trauma if you will.
I'll explain. You see, we were eating a welcoming feast in one of Pi3.243's newly purchased rental properties when all of the sudden we were besieged by people of all shapes and sizes. Their intentions? To ask us not to attack the horde. (Getting the theme yet?). They feared that if we attacked the horde, those in the horde might be in danger. An interesting concept we had not contemplated upon until this point. We decided to take several of them up on their offers, and so, a dastardly plot was schemed by a great many in hopes of self preservation (they were hoping to remain anonymous). They would unleash the full Wrath of "Death" upon us. Well, by us I mean Pi3.243. Little did they know that their little scheme had been given to us almost since it's conception. The plot?
[COLOR=Black]MajorTrauma[/COLOR] said:
Now of course as he said, the plan was rather rough. That didn't stop them from fleshing out more details and promptly telling us the plan. You see, there were two plans. The first was to attack one wee little lad with everything at their disposal. The second was to smash all of Death's troopies on a rather tasty collection of rather largely stacked villages. See, we were informed of their little game almost since the start. In fact, we had a hand in planning it. We're nice like that.
So, they have their plan. They have their troops. All there is to do now is enact said plan right? And so they did. But they gave it to us first of course. :icon_wink:
And so now we are here. Begging forgiveness for our meager attempts at transgression toward the dubiously delightful and dutifully trustworthy collection of terrestrial corporeals that compose Death. (How are we doing Chestycles?)
Chestycles today at 17:27
I will trade you many many more shiny words if you tell me who tells you things about us so i can tell them that their game has come to an end
treachery lol
Perhaps this story went a wee bit tangential, so we'll go back to a similar topic. Our Major Trauma. See, there was one plan we didn't plan. It might actually accomplish something sadly. (I am trying to be modest. Is it working?) You see, there was one who wished troops not to smash villages not relying on the local McDonalds for food. Sadly, we were also forewarned, and continually apprised of their success (or in this case lack-there-of).
So now I give you...
RedRav said:
Now the story has become a novel, and kudos to any who've managed to bear with me through this tale. Lord knows I won't be spending the time to proofread this, so instead I'll leave dear Death with two options. This option goes to any who honestly thought their little plan was intended for them to succeed. For those hapless souls we give you a choice. We are nice enough guys. We'll let you leave your tribe and scatter to the wind. We'll even probably let you keep your villages. Or you can continue following a pack of leaders interested in self-appointed titles of grandeur and attempts toward self-preservation. Your choice, though option one will not stay there for long.
Now for a present. We all enjoy presents right? Chestycles wished for me to reveal the name of those deceiving him, so we shall give him one. Well actually, we already did. Remember that Traumatic Experience I told you about? That was it. As has been shown in the past, we don't like leaders who betray their tribe. Regardless of how much it may benefit us. So dear Chestycles, enjoy your present and minor self-proclaimed victories. They will not last much longer. We have even decided on a new name, just for you. Because we're clearly running away from our repeated pathetic losses as Jungle.
