Kodiak

Yeah, for what it's worth...that was the wrong choice of words on my part, and apologies for any confusion that went with that. I'm not going to make excuses, I'm not known for being a diplomat. What I had meant to say is we're looking for a surrender here, and we continue to look for a surrender.

Thought we covered that.

For anyone confused, this is our warflag. An announcement from the 57th Overlanders The heaving 1,500lb Grizzly labours to get up onto the podium at the town square. He is initially unable to get the attention of the bickering crowd of poseurs and miscreants. Standing behind him is a veritable barnyard of roosters, squirrels, monkeys, Canadians and, of course, Saintsmaen in his legendary brown trenchcoat. By his side is one particularly large man in a black tuxedo holding an unmarked briefcase. The bear coughs, but the racket continues. Frustrated, he inhales slowly and blasts a deafeningly loud and deep roar. "If I could just have your attention." The large man in the black tuxedo swiftly opens the briefcase and pulls out a single parchment inside, holding it in front of the eyes of the tired ursine behemoth who struggles to read it. It is at this time that Lord Panda comes out of his cave and stands beside him, saying little. Kodiak continues, "Bear with me...this was written by our Captain." The pun is lost on most, and ignored by the rest. "Wait...that's not right. Didn't we have some new information or something that changed all that? How about you get me the current draft...." The Grizzly chuffs and grinds his claws against the wood surface of the podium while the many people behind him start poring through the many documents inside the briefcase. Ultimately it is the rooster that quietly meanders over to the beast, urging him to turn around. The legendary Saintsmaen is standing there in his brown leather trenchcoat. He presents a newer, shinier piece of parchment to Jake, who subsequently holds it up in front of the bear's eyes. "Here it is, sir." "So I think that's about everything. DesertSon, can you start distributing the evidence packages to anyone who wants them? Thanks." "And before issuing this attack, I just want to remind you that we will follow our current nuclear policy. DS, could you pass that around too? Thanks." "In plain English. We won't be nuking you, unless you strike first, in which case we will. We were quite content to coexist with you guys, even if we weren't thrilled with what you've done to the Browncoats. However, if you come looking to harm me and mine out of sheer pettiness. I will personally see to it that we end you. We're not going to wait for you to find a vulnerable moment, no matter what you choose to call yourselves." We aim to misbehave.

You: A nation (preferably on Brown) that desires Beer, Steel, Construction, Asphalt and Automobiles. Us: Five brown nations who have been looking for a replacement Aluminum/Coal nation for weeks. Get in contact with me to take advantage of this opportunity.

Team: Brown Nation Name: Ursul Ruler Name: Kodiak Link: Click here. Resources: Iron and Water Looking for: Any Stable Trade Circle. WILL SWITCH COLORS!!

It's whoever gets their circle together faster. You're winning.

I could possibly be your Iron and Water (willing to move colors), if the Green circle doesn't pan out.

Iron and Water here. (Don't worry, I'm willing to switch to green)

Guy was obtaining the service of your alliance's protection without paying the fee of meeting your membership requirements. Here's hoping the third time isn't us. Epic signature.

I am formally opposed to this anniversary, resignation, Veneke, Mechanus and the 57th.

Just have him pay royalties.

Mad, mad, respect.

Very civilized behavior. Well played.

Welcome to the world, BC2.

o> Woot!