Southshire

Fully expecting the next treaty to include the recipe to Erik's grilled bacon 🥓

'Twas the night of the anniversary, and Shwin lay there sleeping sound. The deafening silence filling the air, before a missile hits the ground. "War", he cried, "A war", A feeling that sunk him to his core. Shwin rushed over to have a look, and to this day he remains as shook, For fiery explosions towered high, a bright orange glow filling the night sky. The Pacifists have long found their way, with their mantra they shall not betray, United in our defense, our independence at any expense. As the clock moved closer to day change, our enemies thought now's the time to exchange, The first shots of war were fired, a situation none of us desired. The nations of our alliance rallied, and the war count slowly tallied, The effort of our nations valiant, a mark of TFP's war talent. Today we reflect on what we've achieved, on a day nine years ago no one conceived, The Pacifists are turning nine, a show of strong and stable design. So as we battle on in the war, remember to hang the banners from your door, For tomorrow we stand and cheer, that we have made another year. And whilst Orbis may say otherwise, our alliance does continue to surprise, For as I'm sure my fellow Peacekeepers agree, that we stand to bring Glory to TFP. The Fighting Pacifists celebrate their 9th anniversary of peacemongering.

And so Davy Jones' locker waits for those who stand in the way