Today the war was slow. Both sides sat watching; waiting for the other to make the first move... I can tell that our troops are battered and pressed beyond their means. They lay propped against the mud covered walls of the moat. Each day passes and melts into the next... The weeks and the days are no longer seperated by sleep and have become one moment within themselves.
It's obvious that morale is getting low. I've tried to deny it, but we've started a new ritual that's anything but encouraging... Every morning before the first light peaks over the horizon we huddle together in our small battered group and pray for our souls. We thank our ability to still hold our honar and our weapons and ask that the day go as painless as possible.
There is something I need to confess... I have unfortunately taken a blow to the stomach. Earlier I was struck twice in the abdomin and may have bled on the previous letter... I want you all to know that I am still alive and still fighting. Luckily St. Thomas was able to step in and apply a tournaqit before I lost consciousness. Yes, he is on the outside of aden and in the fight to return as well...
I would like to submit a personal thank you to a good friend of mine named oakley. Thank you for the care package consisting of new boots and gloves. They go a long way to reparing the unsightly wear on both my limbs and my soul.
Today the war was slow. Both sides sat watching; waiting for the other to make the first move... I can tell that our troops are battered and pressed beyond their means. They lay propped against the mud covered walls of the moat. Each day passes and melts into the next... The weeks and the days are no longer seperated by sleep and have become one moment within themselves.
It's obvious that morale is getting low. I've tried to deny it, but we've started a new ritual that's anything but encouraging... Every morning before the first light peaks over the horizon we huddle together in our small battered group and pray for our souls. We thank our ability to still hold our honar and our weapons and ask that the day go as painless as possible.
There is something I need to confess... I have unfortunately taken a blow to the stomach. Earlier I was struck twice in the abdomin and may have bled on the previous letter... I want you all to know that I am still alive and still fighting. Luckily St. Thomas was able to step in and apply a tournaqit before I lost consciousness. Yes, he is on the outside of aden and in the fight to return as well...
I would like to submit a personal thank you to a good friend of mine named oakley. Thank you for the care package consisting of new boots and gloves. They go a long way to reparing the unsightly wear on both my limbs and my soul.
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Guess the server is quiet now so you and Capflash do not have amuch to say. MAFIA is gone. The very famous Big Bad Buddy is not there any more. There is no board war as before. However, Oblivion has come into my eyes. 80% of people in the Titans are original Outlawz. Maybe I was wrong on the actual percentage, but those hardcore gamers looked the same to me. Those people also lack the creativity and imaginations as Divine, but well trained to use their fist. They stay together and are actively recruiting clans in.
Those people also lack the creativity and imaginations as Divine
Whatever that means...
I think I know who you are in-game, based on some of your comments in the past. We will see.
All you ever do is post inane comments regarding MAFIA and Ex-MAFIA folks, in an effort to stir up some kind of trouble. I'm not sure what we've ever done to you, but you obviously feel the need to continue to whine about it.