by Grogggy » Wed Feb 05, 2014 7:39 pm
Yes, Spastic. By all means, the scared merchant, huddled in the ruins of his store--the ring of cannon shot echoing in his ears, the shimmer of voodoo reflecting off the broken remnants of the rich, broken chandelliers and brandy snifters--protect him, one so low, so deserving of our pity...
As too the poor remnants of the ancient religion that is HELM, why must you be cannon fodder in a rich man's war? To protect Avonmora's version of Wall-Mart, you must march like lemmings to your death?
Our demands are simple--HELM must be freed from sad, sorry salesman and his economic subservitude.
Reluctantly we turn our eyes to the over fat targets of HELM, allowed to overblossum like freshman at a midwestern college due to an unnatural lack of predation...we appreciated our period of peace. We ask that you refuse the orders of your vulture captialist overlords, pause your fleets, and sit out this war until wiser heads prevail in HELM.
we seek merely freedom of the seas, a time honored principle that allows you to trade and us to pirate.
Otherwise, without us, you'd have a swinging game called "Accountant's Glory."
And finally, to that poor huddled pencil pusher, use your last power in the ruins of your store to run that spreadsheet one more time--which way to prosperity and peace? Which way to economic ruin and The Forever War?
We pause and await your responce for 12 hours or until provocation.
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UPDATE--As usual it is DELT of HELM who violates cease fire, who originally broke the peace to start this war. How shall we take this provocation?