Post by gregory on Apr 13, 2007 3:18:22 GMT -5
I'm with you, comrade. I've been running around Yagoton for the last several days, and it looks like an all-star cast has gathered for this battle with all that smells of Desire.
You might ask how one can be a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade even though the Blackmore has fallen. How can the BBB leave the Blackmore to defend and fortify a suburb beyond Ridleybank? We were made a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade the same way the Sardaukar were - by spending a lot of time in a place living in a place where we were more likely to die (repeatedly) than to live until the next day. You can take the Fremen out of Arakis, but you cannot take Arakis out of the Fremen.
In those two months, we formed the unbreakable bonds of brothers in arms. We were a disciplined fighting force akin to the elite of ancient Sparta. If a zed broke into the building and started gnawing on you, you rebuilt the barricade, even if it meant dying in defense of our fellow Bastards. The tactic was unbreakable law: Barricade, Kill, Heal, Loot. We had such faith in our companions that death did not frighten us, for we were often revived within a couple hours of handing ourselves over as ablative armor to defend the Blackmore.
The Blackmore is fallen, but I am still a Bastard, and if Yagoton will give me a battle worthy of the one that made me what I am, I will fight and die here as I did there. I see many familiar faces, and I hope to see many more before this battle is done. Give me 300 such as the Blackmore Bastard Brigade, and we could hold strong against all the zombies in Malton!
Remember your duty. Remember your brethren. Remember the Blackmore!
You might ask how one can be a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade even though the Blackmore has fallen. How can the BBB leave the Blackmore to defend and fortify a suburb beyond Ridleybank? We were made a part of the Blackmore Bastard Brigade the same way the Sardaukar were - by spending a lot of time in a place living in a place where we were more likely to die (repeatedly) than to live until the next day. You can take the Fremen out of Arakis, but you cannot take Arakis out of the Fremen.
In those two months, we formed the unbreakable bonds of brothers in arms. We were a disciplined fighting force akin to the elite of ancient Sparta. If a zed broke into the building and started gnawing on you, you rebuilt the barricade, even if it meant dying in defense of our fellow Bastards. The tactic was unbreakable law: Barricade, Kill, Heal, Loot. We had such faith in our companions that death did not frighten us, for we were often revived within a couple hours of handing ourselves over as ablative armor to defend the Blackmore.
The Blackmore is fallen, but I am still a Bastard, and if Yagoton will give me a battle worthy of the one that made me what I am, I will fight and die here as I did there. I see many familiar faces, and I hope to see many more before this battle is done. Give me 300 such as the Blackmore Bastard Brigade, and we could hold strong against all the zombies in Malton!
Remember your duty. Remember your brethren. Remember the Blackmore!