On the matter of “double teaming” against DragonBrand.
I have to say the fabled words,
Are you serious bro,
Do you even lift?
I mean, you are the leading server in points. And you are surprised that DarkHaven want to attack you?
And secondly.
As a noob Comamnder, you might see DarkHaven and DragonBrand tied up in a fire fight and think, “hmm, maybe I should attack the undefended Darkhaven rear”.
But that is where you earn your noob rank. If Darkhaven attack up the left side OFC we are going up your right LOL’ing all the way.
As you try and push DH out we are wiping your towers. And when DH are dead you come at us and we pull you out of your lands.
DH respawns and start to reclaim all the land that they already wiped that is all wood. And we do the same.
Why you cry? Why us?
Its because as a little boy growing up on a farm in the cold, dark mountains of the Northern Shiverpeaks. My mother used to tell me tales of other lands and how they were locked in endless battle with one another. How the blood and sweat of my forefathers had fought to keep the Shiverpeaks Great.
I grew up on these stories and the dreams of one day rising from the low peasant ranks to the Glorious title of Commander. To abide by the High King Ocularis’s law and violently remove his enemies from this world.
And I did, through many hard long years of the Royal Guard, whacking in zombies heads and stealing their shoes. I could finally afford an appeal to my Great King for the right to Command.
But alas, after many wars and swift victories wrought from our hands, allies leaving us for the favour of our enemies, we stumbled upon the vile stench that was DragonBrand.
They were followers of the Dark One the people said as we watched their hordes come over the lush green hills of the Eternal Battleground, each one bearing the brand of the Dragon, the Dragon that has broken the world and burnt all happiness out of a hundred generations in the stories of old.
And the hills, ERMAHGERD, seriously dudes we had spent some time gardening that and you went a made it all muddy, bloody and creator riddled..
But when we gathered our forces to lead the counter strike on our lands they were nowhere to be seen!
We laugh and rejoiced in celebration of our enemies retreat, our gleaming Sapphire armour would not have to be repaired on this day we thought. On this day we will return to our farms and our families. Play with our children and warm our feet by the fire.
But how we were wrong..
They came when we were sleeping. The hordes of blood red. Dashed our defences and murdered our Lords in their own homes. While we slept they built monsters of war, and tore at our Garrisons. Little was left when we left our families to return to the fight. Little hope remained in the land.
But we swore. Every single one of us swore. That the days of the Blood red horde were numbered. Because we knew of others who had faced equal destruction in their lands. Lands that they had thought were a Haven. Lands that now sought revenge as we did.
So you ask me why foul pleb? You ask me why we choose to raise the sword to your kind….
…Because LOL like I said you don’t even lift brah.
c: Hope you enjoyed.