JaxTeller

From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be rememberèd— We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother Piggy, it has been nothing short of an honor to have gotten to work alongside you, from merge talks with 5P and CTO, to the founding of EvH, to everything in between, you have brought joy to many lives through this game. You will do great in your endeavors, and should you ever need anything, there is a community here who will do whatever we can to help you. It has been a privilege. It has been a ride. The community will be worse without you, but I am better having known you. Alas, my brother.

Sketchy's bold plan to help game politics is to kvetch that people are kvetching about his ridiculous dogpile and peace terms. Sad!

NAPer? I hardly knew 'er

*Entire alliance VMs after like 24 hours of fighting* "You guys are so mean kicking us when we are down" *Gets bailed out by 65% of the game* "Wow you guys are so bad at war" ???

Are people in VM even allowed to have opinions on the OWF?

This is the strangest way to tell the world you're a virgin I've ever seen.

Bookmarking this for later.

For years a silent cult has grown within the state of Carthago in Orbis, and in skies above within Aurora. This cult, discovering the Event Horizon has devoted itself to the Event. Worshipping the impending consumption and death by the massive whole ripped into the galaxy by such an Event, the leaders of this cult have now come into the open. In a mass gathering within the Cothon Harbor, space ships from Aurora have docked and the four leaders have emerged to speak to their people, and indeed to the world at large. The followers of Event Horizon have emerged. In earthly realms, where rivers roar, Horizon’s warriors march with pride untamed, Their empire vast, forever to explore. Beneath the skies, their gods adore, With glyphs and chants, their destiny proclaimed, In earthly realms, where rivers roar. With obsidian hearts, they do implore, To the gods of death, their strength untamed, Their empire vast, forever to explore. Through jungles dense, their banners soar, In serpentine dance, their enemies maimed, In earthly realms, where rivers roar. To distant lands, their banners they bore, Their legacy written, their glory acclaimed, Their empire vast, forever to explore. Though ages pass, their spirit, an ore, Their legacy echoes, in lands untamed, In earthly realms, where rivers roar, Their empire vast, forever to explore.

out of context screenshots are so last year