Partisan

It pleases me to no end that you are pleased with us following the path which you so aptly cut out for us. It was only through our persistence in learning your ways that we have been able to please you at last.

If it please you.

Are you pleased with our posts? My- and by extension, MI6' personal objective over the past 24 months has been to please you. Validate my efforts.

Ignorance is Bliss. You must be a very happy personality.

and so we scribbled our way through the night. Into Sanction.

The world which you claim to protect was long desecrated. The obliberation of intellectual discourse by you and yours stands at the crib of the scenario you play out today. The prophecy is nigh. The Pen has woken to the drums of war. A war, peaceful in its physical nature yet destructive all the same. It shall rage for times to come within the minds of the denizens of bob. It is a war which you have initiated. A war which the Pen shall finish. You are no match for the scribbles of yore. The scribbles are past present and future compressed into a weapon that will twist your twisted soul. There is no more redemption. The scribbling is upon you all. So it was decreed.

Silence is the murderer of innovation. The Pen abhors silence. For it is the quiet which stagnates. Where man falters, the pen continues. Silence must be broken. Your writing is but a cyclone of Empty rhetoric. Its circularity is a cancer to the eye, and must be eradicated. Though ink may not be erasable, one may battle fire with fire. Thus the pen scribbles on in the night, until the plague of your posts has been entombed by an avelanche of righteous phrasing.

Your shouts for the submission to silence are stunted by the singularity amongst your supporters. You are the boy who cried wolf, yet the wolf is the word. The pen that scribbles in the night defends the realm of the free writers. It is the guardian of the intellectual realm. The pen must scribble, lest its message is lost forever. You shall not stop it, for destiny will not allow it.

This is your doing, Myth, who awakened the pen. The first of many more to fall. The word can not be stopped. The scribbling shall continue. Redeem yourself and apologize to the pen that scribbles in the night. Or find yourself buried in its rhetoric.

And as you write. As you engage in verbal joust. The power of the Pen grows. Its shackles are broken with every analogy, with every alliteration. With each Assonace and cacophony. Feel the pen's might as it engages into the skg skg ksg of writing the Onomatopoeia. Despair.

The ink has dried. It is too late. The Pen is ascending. Its words will spread. You can not stop the course of history. For even history is written by the pen. As it scribbles, in the night.

The pen is not the Pencil. What is written can not be erased. What is said can not be unsaid. So it has always been, so it will always be. As pens scribble in the night, your power weakens. Its words will blot out the sun. It will bury you. Bury you with its eloquent statements. Syllogisms are coming. Brace yourself. I am the pen that scribbles in the night.

The written word is stronger than the twisted mind. As the ink dries, your true nature is eternalized for all to see. The mimic that you see adequately reflects the essence of your being. It is ironic to see that very quality of post in this thread today. I am the pen that scribbles in the night. The book the guards the realm of men. I am the writing on the walls.

I wish the best of luck to my allies enemies friends opponents irrelevant partie allies entente I give up.

This brings up old memories.

The Exodus grows. The government follows the path. :ph34r:

That was a temporary descendance from the heavens to smite the viridian menace. It had to be done, Yahweh willing.

Say the word, reform the GGA and I will flock to your banner. Fortuna Fortes Juvat.

Provided Mittens ability to effectively stalk the leaves, I am confident that he would outdo most M's and become an all-time great.

Yeah, we use our machine parts a lot in swampy and jungle environments.

91W Announcement We would like to thank our allies ally for standing by us over the past 2 years weeks. We are truly grateful for all you have done for us your friendship and the bright future ahead of us. Signed, The Exodus contingent.

Yes. Hit me

Your name on that home page has been the artifact reminding us of our duties. You have been a worthy nemesis, but this is where it ends. You ignorant fool. The GGE is all that stands between this world and chaos. I am the one and true savior of CN. I AM CN.

http://cn-gga.net/ The last of the GGA salute you, Impero of the Entente. Perhaps there is yet time for you and yours to realize the errors in your ways and return into Yahweh's herd. Accept the Grand Global Exodus as chief protector of the realm, adhere to its just commands, and see peace restored.

It seems to be an eternity ago, when we who call ourselves "Exodus" departed these lands, in pursuit of Our holy land. Winter has come, and winter has gone. What was prophesized, never became. The war to end all wars was but another wince of a world in mourning. A bleeding world, in need of a caring touch. A loving hand. In the absence of Yahweh's guidance, this world has turned to darkness. Its lands are traversed by bands of plundering and pillaging barbarians. The planet has been set aflame with a fire devoid of warmth. It is a chilling, black flame, burning its way through all that is right and just. Through hope itself. The time has come for these fires to be extinguished. In the name of Yahweh, it is time for heroes to stand up, to cleanse the world of darkness, and to drag it back into the almighty one's loving light. It is with this purpose, that tonight, we descend down from the heavens to fill up the lingering void in the hearts of men. The void left by the savior of green, when it was brutally ripped from this world. And we shall be saviors once more. For too long, the Viridian Entente has been allowed to run rampant on this world. For too long, has the Entente been allowed to carry out its acts of aggression. The Realm of Green is in need of its Chief Protector. for it must be liberated at once. The Viridian menace must be defeated, and the demon child Baltus must be stopped. Let it be known, that the Grand Global Exodus has come to fulfill its destiny, in the name of YahWeh. Let it be known, that we are on a mission from god himself. Let it be known, that our 50 bombers will not rest until the flags of liberty have been raised across the sphere. Let it be known, that MI6 will show you why the GGE does not need WRC's. Let it be known. That we follow the path, FORTUNA FORTES JUVAT Signed on behalf of the Grand Global Exodus: - Partisan, Sole Triumvir and Chief Protector of the Realm