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

Following the Herald, Suffet Jax Teller takes the podium in full regal attire For four storied years, Carthago has persevered. In that time, the Eternal City has conquered numerous obstacles. Our members have persisted through them all. We have faced countless discouragements and through our perseverance, we have conquered them. When things seemed impossible, our members showed their strong souls. As we look back fondly and remember the past four years; we continue to march steadily forward into the future. “Permanence, perseverance, and persistence in spite of all obstacles, discouragements, and impossibilities: It is this, that in all things distinguishes the strong soul from the weak.” Recently with an influx of youthful experience and new members, Carthago seeks a brighter future for us, and indeed all of Orbis. The sun of Baal Hammon shines brightly on us. We have lost some friends along the way but, we forged new strong friendships. We continue to march together as a community towards progress. Towards permanence. Community is at the heart of what we all do here, together. It is what binds our game together. Through community we have the potential to unlock the very best of what Politics and War has to offer: lasting friendships, aid in our times of need, shoulders to cry on, and arms to raise in celebration together. Our community now celebrates its past together as we celebrate our future every day. Come celebrate with us together. To year five!

Jax Teller sat in his pew at St. Peter's in Five Points, surrounded by his most trusted advisors and friends. The Priest had cleared the Church out for them, only the most important meetings occurred here. For two years, Jax Teller had led and built the Dead Rabbits. These men now assembled here had helped him turn a ragtag collection of upstarts into a disciplined and dangerous gang. They had fought many global battles together, seen many a member pass from this realm to the next, and no longer were they the starry-eyed youth who had first entered this Church. Time ages all things, and no longer were they blind to the dangers and pitfalls of the world. Now seeking better means and a new way forward these men would undertake their most daring adventure yet. The men stood and turning to the gangsters congregated before them one by one took off the badges of the Dead Rabbits. Stripped of their regalia and many of their protections they lead their people out into the world once more. As they searched, they sang: "Where be the lands for our people to prosper and grow? Where be the riches abundant and the lust for war rises high? Where be there great walls to offer protection and strength to all? I wish to see a safe harbor, a cothon for my people; I wish to be blessed, to be buried in the Tophet; I seek to be clothed in the crushed murex and crimson of Eshmun; Where shall I go?"

I wrote one for an RoH but it was never posted

finally what PnW politics really needed, more rap battles.

The only proper reply to this post is the Eminem diss response, but I don't wanna get moderated for posting it. Just go find it yourself.

wOw YoU aRe So WoNkY

A Revolution can not be had with silk gloves! Welcome to the party my friends. We drink to Red, and the comrades he chose.