And today I witnessed glory! I witnessed slaughter! I witnessed apocalyptic carnage!
All in the name of the, uh, revolution. I think. Well I don't know but I really kind of don't care that much, no offense. It all started with, well this.
I'm sure the Rotfront amigos will have more to say on the matter as such. I mean I'm kind of lost for words here, those two particular Cossacks, that motormouth-bastard... Rhade was it, well doesn't matter, and that Xu fellow, they actually like you know seemed pretty decent. For Cossacks. Not that I was that big a fan but they're better than those Order wastes of breath I've been seeing around the Omegas lately.
Granted, that's all not so important. Our, well your... or our? Eh, well, let's just say "we" achieved a grand tactical victory in Gamma earlier today despite overwhelming odds and some losses and for the night drinks go on my tab, on Freital and Ronneburg that is.
I also heard that someone's given the Lexx a beating but she sent the Black Sails flagship packing a short while ago in Omega 5, and then partook in the blasting of some other Osiris which was torn to shreds with the aid of the Cossacks' own Havana, along with two butchered Corsair Funboats, courtesy of the RF, with some Gelderland-thing in the middle being annoying. Another win, I guess? But anyway!
Cheers to you all my comrades! Friends! Amigos! Mes amis! Signores et signoras! And like they say in Kusari, Kampei!