Post by GT on Mar 12, 2009 17:31:44 GMT -5
GT here. There's something I gotta get off my chest.
This is not the glory of the past. The glory of the Malton Rangers was about sacrifice, about charging into battle against an opponent that mattered. Major Grippy's vision was a group of survivors, for survivors, to hell with what everybody else fought. The Channel 4 News Team gave them a place on their own forums, and a place in their Colossus. And what did the Rangers do?
They gave themselves to the command of a man known as Dickholeguy. Who proceeded to run the name and the greatness of the entire New Malton Colossus into the mud. Not just the Rangers. But the entire Colossus. You are a joke. Whittenside, which you claim victory in and declare that you have "saved", is ruined all the way through. What kind of victory is that?
The Battle of the Bear Pit wasn't declared a victory until the zombies stopped coming at Ackland Mall, and they didn't content themselves with simply barricading a handful of buildings and then abandoning ship. They got things done.
What's the point of all this? Simple, really.
I want a world where the survivors of Malton actually have a set of balls and charge into the undead hordes, as opposed to skirting the borders and sniveling about the big, bad zombies. Until you collectively grow a pair, attacks will keep coming. From a variety of groups. You cannot track us. You cannot trace us. You cannot defeat us.
Go back to your ways of glory and bloodshed, or continue on the path to self-destruction. The choice is yours.
This is not the glory of the past. The glory of the Malton Rangers was about sacrifice, about charging into battle against an opponent that mattered. Major Grippy's vision was a group of survivors, for survivors, to hell with what everybody else fought. The Channel 4 News Team gave them a place on their own forums, and a place in their Colossus. And what did the Rangers do?
They gave themselves to the command of a man known as Dickholeguy. Who proceeded to run the name and the greatness of the entire New Malton Colossus into the mud. Not just the Rangers. But the entire Colossus. You are a joke. Whittenside, which you claim victory in and declare that you have "saved", is ruined all the way through. What kind of victory is that?
The Battle of the Bear Pit wasn't declared a victory until the zombies stopped coming at Ackland Mall, and they didn't content themselves with simply barricading a handful of buildings and then abandoning ship. They got things done.
What's the point of all this? Simple, really.
I want a world where the survivors of Malton actually have a set of balls and charge into the undead hordes, as opposed to skirting the borders and sniveling about the big, bad zombies. Until you collectively grow a pair, attacks will keep coming. From a variety of groups. You cannot track us. You cannot trace us. You cannot defeat us.
Go back to your ways of glory and bloodshed, or continue on the path to self-destruction. The choice is yours.