Thursday, October 17, 2013

A message from your boss.

I'm not the type to make speeches to boost morale. I'm not the kind of boss that cares for the people under her command. But I am the boss that will rebuild and make us stronger. I am the boss that will lead the revenge for our fallen brethren. 
EAT struck us hard. But not hard enough. EAT and her little pets will pay for what they've done. From this moment on any campers you see are to be killed on sight. Same counts for EAT's little pets. Except Echo, she's mine.

I will be sending orders to all remaining bases. Some of you will be transfered. All of you will be receiving training to ensure that next time we won't fall so easily. The proxies of Belgium will have their revenge.



  1. Not the type to make speeches? You can say that again. I mean, here's a group of people who've decided to commit deicide. They deride the fears, say they intend their downfall. Why? Selfishness. They can't accept the fears, or us, because they can't face the fact that, at the end of the day, WE are humanity. They say that we are fallen, less than human. They ally themselves with EAT, use the shattered remnants of people just like us, and then they try to take the moral high ground? We will rise. We will take back our humanity. And god help them if they get in our way.

    Yeah, there's a reason I don't write speeches. I tend to bullshit far, far too much, for one.

    1. Honestly I don't give a fuck about that shit.

      They just messed with the wrong bitch.