Dear citizens and immigrants of Planet Bob,
After Hombre's rather awesome Declaration of War(look it up, it is beautiful) with =LOST='s fading glory making it even more fabulous, I feel like my announcement will be... well, less. There are no threats of cancelled bingo night and more greens for dinner at the cafeteria. No poetic passage or two about how we are the shadow of death and have fangs of glittering fairies. Well, we do but that's beside the point.
The point is, our dear friends in Non Grata have been attacked and despite my better judgement and high dislike of war in general, we must respond. Because we love our friends. I figure that is pretty obvious from the last wars. And our history. Yeah, sure. Sometimes we're too inactive to react. Well, not this time. I'm up in the middle of the night and I am totally legit!
So here we go.
New Polar Order. Consider your ice green(get it? Because ice cream...? Oh, forget it, you're hopeless!). Actually, that sounds kind of yummy. Err, don't distract me, you fiends!
The Last Remnants hereby declares war on NpO in defense of our friends in Non Grata.
Hombre de Murcielago
P.S. Update time DoWs are overrated. Go eat some porridge, champ. We're doing this.