7 years was a long time for anyone to be at war. The constant fighting could get to a man. And what exactly were they fighting for? A little X at the bottom of the screen? Cikel surely hoped this wasn't the case. He had always striven to be a brave internet knight. He tried not to s key spam 1hers. He made fun of range at every available instance. He badmouthed admins who were most certainly all cowards. When he saw a teammate being overrun he ran away to go gank a peasant (as is now tradition). For years he used the brave internet knight build of 24/18 with no iron flesh. But times were changing in Calradia. Emotions were running high.
Cikel stood atop a hill overlooking the Frisian cultural grounds of Rduna. A veritable fortress of a village, Rduna sat upon one of the most ridiculous hills ever to be seen in all the lands. And yet he found the village to be unguarded. A mystery indeed.
Chester rode out under a white banner. He was everything a Frisian ass-pired to be. Tall, deathly pale, blonde hair, blue eyes, homosexual, and a fearsome warrior. His eyes shined with brilliance and intelligence befitting a white man. For in fact, Chester was everything Cikel yearned to be. He constantly topped scoreboards in strat and NA. He was the gobblinkings champion. He too was a brave knight.
Cikel cataloged his inventory. His new sugar daddy had given him a few favors. But were they enough? He was ill equipped for any real encounter. But if his luck held, he would finally hold a fief on strat and the little gay ass purple text would announce his arrival in NA1 so everyone knew he was a gigantic bundle of sticks. He smiled to himself. 7 years of waiting would make this victory even sweeter.
