SirWilliam

Margrave was never more than the second-in-command. At the helm it's only ever been myself or Lexie Poo.

The bar was low (brawn in this game doesn't correspond to brains after all), but the 'You all very closely cooperate with one another so you're technically a merged alliance' contention is quite possibly one of the more assinine points that's been made recently. You're a caricature of yourself really at this point, Bundy.

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You gonna say that to my face, esse?

Can we all at least agree that everything and everyone is terrible?

No sir. I'm hoping on rousing him again but we'll see...

You referring to Lex?

To be fair, the frankensteining of alliances hasn't generally produced the most wonderful of results...

Who else read this in Dwight Schrute's voice?

You're almost two years late here, buddy. 😆

Your memo is set to arrive next week. 😎

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I'll bite: What game? (ToS be damned!)

To some of you *cough* the shoe salesmen *cough*: Eat !@#$. To others, namely our allies: You're the !@#$. We may all carry on now, no? 😃

Is that a New York Times Best Seller?

His name is gey hunter...

What the sam hick.

Now don't go getting any ideas here. 😆

While you're not wrong, friend, I believe Sauron was simply referring to the Wayward Sons' About section motto. Will echo, by the way, that it's always nice to see alliances pop up, particularly ones that appear to have an idea of what they're doing. Best of luck, WS.

It's not a link to FTW's alliance page, per se, it's a link to the alliance page of whoever is opening it. @Wolfenstein Von Eizn Use this link: https://www.cybernations.net/alliance_display.asp?ID=16347

I only kid, mate. 😉

More like rude boy. kingzog =

EVERYBODY GET A LOAD OF THIS WET BLANKET HERE.

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