Winter is coming. My family needs all of the resources available, given to us by our own fair, just, overlords. Recently while farming and gathering crops from the enemies villages, it seems that others are angry at me. Could it be they have not had the forethought to store for the upcoming winter? Perhaps. I think it is deeper then that. They are angry the Lords have not sent out a decree to ban all Archers, Horses, and Ladders alike. So when the time comes and they see a lowly farmer tending to his families needs, they see an easy target. "BAN HE!" they proclaim. I though, have found it in my heart to forgive you all. For I know it is only the fear of the economy, and if you are brought to my lowly farmer status, I am a much better farmer then you will ever be. My newborn son Bartholomew has taught me to read, and I spoke with the local magistrate and found a copy of the laws in these lands.
No leeching
OK: Being a bad player and getting no kills
NOT OK: Standing around away from keyboard. If you're away, switch to spectator mode
NOT OK: Running around naked without weapon. Not contributing is leeching, naked runners don't contribute.
NOT OK: Autorunning your char to enemy to die
I had to think outside of the box for this one. Perhaps you would consider me to not be contributing. Well, if you only knew the moral loss enemy troops take when finding out their food stuffs have all been smashed and plundered, their wives ravaged and their children dashed apon the walls of their own homes.
Glitching is allowed, being an asshat isn't
OK: hiding (e.g. in the hay)
I may have been guilty of this once or thrice, but the hay I was attempting to hide in was no taller then my man breasts. Not only that, I have never, and will never, hide in the haystacks already in storage. For why would I do this? The job is already done. It is only the hay outside that needs be tended to.
No drawing/delaying the round on purpose (i.e. running away or camping unreachable places when you're one of the last people alive)
I stand here, steadfast, and proclaim that I do not run from my fields. I defend them with honour and vigilance. I also make sure my presence be known throughout the town, so that others may come to bolster the defense of the fields. I believe this is sole evidence that I am innocent of the rumors spreading of my "delaying". For I, a lowly peasant, have seen many an overlord run from battle and not a peep utters from the rabble.
These are a few things I wished to clear up, after my untimely removal I was unable to tend to the grapefields. Without the torches needed to keep them from the frost, they will surely die. And when your wine cup is empty, and cannot be refilled any longer, remember what you have done.
