I want to thank everyone who supported me during my battles. Which unfortunately involves ever clan and faction that ever played this game. I have back stabbed, screwed, had unnatural relations with, and fucked every clan or faction that worked with me. While I love you all (except for you Arys, you filthy peasant), I like to play the game. I have fought for and against most factions. I started as an Acre merc and did serious damage against G force, and then I fought the Squids... and then I merced for the Squids and fought some successful battles for them. And then I fought for Jack1 and and then I fought against Jack1, and then I fought with Dutchy and then against Dutchy. And the, when things got boring for the HCE, I left that. Not really a desertion since I shot to the top of the ladder board fighting their enemies. Cuz all the wars were up north, and I did what I could to make it that way.
The point is, I may have been a dick in the past, and probably am a dick in the present, but I always try to play the funnest game I know, win or lose. I started with a bunch of losers, and ended up with an empire. Last strat I tried getting the game going by being an asshole, but failed, yet when it did get going I did a fine job of defending my ill begotten fiefs and got number one on the renown board.
So, my point is... when I started I was a Hound. Then they killed me cuz was bored of being a brood hen. Then I tried to go to war with the Hounds. Then next strat I was allies with them. Then I was at war with them. And then they disappeared. And then they were at war with me. And then they signed against me. And then we were allies.
And now I must follow Tristan's lead. He bought my army, he equipped it, he brought buttered scones for tea. I am a merc, I am unabashedly opportunistic, and while I love you all, we got a game to play.
