Attention my fellow TESTies
I have received some dire information.
Those of us participating in Operation Pitchfork face an awe inspiring foe. We will have to face both the Vanduul, Operation Yawspoon, and our own incompetence. Some of us will most assuredly fall. Most likely, tripping over our empty beer cans. But, take heart brethren, for some of us will survive to fight another day.
Those of us participating in Operation Yawspoon face a slightly hilarious and most likely drunken foe. There will be blood. Yes, it does seem like I have a rather severe papercut. We should give them papercuts! We will potentially have to cut down our own brothers and sisters at arms. And then, only then, will we get the chance to hug our sweet, sexy, Vanduul ladies (or men, I don't judge).
But some of us are traitors! Traitors to their own! Instead of choosing to die in glorious, honorable battle, with a beer in their hands and a curse on their lips, they wish to pillage our remains! Lead by the dastardly Opiepal, Operation Dustpan seeks to salvage our wreckage, our proud ships, and desecrate the fleshy meat sacs we formerly called home!
Click here for proof of their villainy! A list of the traitors!
Thus, in the face of this egregious insult, I call upon the survivors of Operations Pitchfork and Yawspoon to join me in battle once more for Operation Angry Spork! We will be drunk! We will be tired! We may have a kingship! We may have lost our genitalia in a midnight rendezvous with some 'duul! We may be out of ammo and/or limbs! REGARDLESS! We will fight to the last man to prevent them from taking our fallen and brothers and sisters for profit! More importantly, nobody gets to pillage my remains but me!
I believe I act in accordance with the finest TEST traditions of infighting and counter operations. Gentlemen (and gentlewomen), do not let this affront stand! JOIN ME!
I have received some dire information.
Those of us participating in Operation Pitchfork face an awe inspiring foe. We will have to face both the Vanduul, Operation Yawspoon, and our own incompetence. Some of us will most assuredly fall. Most likely, tripping over our empty beer cans. But, take heart brethren, for some of us will survive to fight another day.
Those of us participating in Operation Yawspoon face a slightly hilarious and most likely drunken foe. There will be blood. Yes, it does seem like I have a rather severe papercut. We should give them papercuts! We will potentially have to cut down our own brothers and sisters at arms. And then, only then, will we get the chance to hug our sweet, sexy, Vanduul ladies (or men, I don't judge).
But some of us are traitors! Traitors to their own! Instead of choosing to die in glorious, honorable battle, with a beer in their hands and a curse on their lips, they wish to pillage our remains! Lead by the dastardly Opiepal, Operation Dustpan seeks to salvage our wreckage, our proud ships, and desecrate the fleshy meat sacs we formerly called home!
Click here for proof of their villainy! A list of the traitors!
Thus, in the face of this egregious insult, I call upon the survivors of Operations Pitchfork and Yawspoon to join me in battle once more for Operation Angry Spork! We will be drunk! We will be tired! We may have a kingship! We may have lost our genitalia in a midnight rendezvous with some 'duul! We may be out of ammo and/or limbs! REGARDLESS! We will fight to the last man to prevent them from taking our fallen and brothers and sisters for profit! More importantly, nobody gets to pillage my remains but me!
I believe I act in accordance with the finest TEST traditions of infighting and counter operations. Gentlemen (and gentlewomen), do not let this affront stand! JOIN ME!
