Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on Dec 7, 2007 0:11:54 GMT -5
Well News Team, to be blunt, its time I retire. I had told T and Ron both a while back that I was considering retiring after our next big operation, and now that Operation Angry Stein is through, I've decided its the right thing to do.
I've had a good run with the news team. Me and T started out as young and bold rookies in the mail room. No one really payed us much heed, so we got to fuck around a lot. One day, while sorting through some of Ron's personal mail(He gets some saucy letters, let me tell ya), we stumbled across an urgent request from a Caiger regular talking about some godless heathens trying to turn St Izzy's, our sacred church, in to an open revive point! Me and T were young, and we were restless, and damn it we knew that just wasn't right. So we ran off from the mail room in Heytown all the way to Caiger, and I died on the way, but damn it we ran to St Izzy's and we kept those cades up, at the cost of our lives! Thus, we proved ourselves, and set off on many an adventure as cameramen(Fuck yeah promotion!). I remember the Bear Pit, the battle that made me the news man I am today, and my time spent as a wanderer at Nichols mall, my home away from home. I remember Havercroft, Burgundyville, and both Blackmores. I'm a veteran of them all, and all under the News Team banner. My hair has changed through the years, as has my suit, and my ideals, but one thing has stayed constant--I'm an Anchorman damn it, and despite my retirement, I'll stay an Anchorman!
Thats right, this whole time I've neglected to tell you that I may be retiring my spot at news desk, but I'm not leaving you all high and dry. I could never leave you, my dearest comrades. Instead, I plan on vanishing, a specter to the world, and running off to an undisclosed location in an undisclosed suburb. There I will set up a radio transmitter, tune it to the C4NT frequency, and start Tova Talk, C24.07--Your place for Malton news and music!
Just remember. If ever you are wounded, lost, on your lest leg. If ever you find yourself out of ammo, out of FAKs, and out of hope, look over your shoulder. Who knows, there might just be a familiar face following the News Team...if the battle is big enough.
So long News Team! Keep your ears tuned to Tova Talk, C24.07, coming soon!
I've had a good run with the news team. Me and T started out as young and bold rookies in the mail room. No one really payed us much heed, so we got to fuck around a lot. One day, while sorting through some of Ron's personal mail(He gets some saucy letters, let me tell ya), we stumbled across an urgent request from a Caiger regular talking about some godless heathens trying to turn St Izzy's, our sacred church, in to an open revive point! Me and T were young, and we were restless, and damn it we knew that just wasn't right. So we ran off from the mail room in Heytown all the way to Caiger, and I died on the way, but damn it we ran to St Izzy's and we kept those cades up, at the cost of our lives! Thus, we proved ourselves, and set off on many an adventure as cameramen(Fuck yeah promotion!). I remember the Bear Pit, the battle that made me the news man I am today, and my time spent as a wanderer at Nichols mall, my home away from home. I remember Havercroft, Burgundyville, and both Blackmores. I'm a veteran of them all, and all under the News Team banner. My hair has changed through the years, as has my suit, and my ideals, but one thing has stayed constant--I'm an Anchorman damn it, and despite my retirement, I'll stay an Anchorman!
Thats right, this whole time I've neglected to tell you that I may be retiring my spot at news desk, but I'm not leaving you all high and dry. I could never leave you, my dearest comrades. Instead, I plan on vanishing, a specter to the world, and running off to an undisclosed location in an undisclosed suburb. There I will set up a radio transmitter, tune it to the C4NT frequency, and start Tova Talk, C24.07--Your place for Malton news and music!
Just remember. If ever you are wounded, lost, on your lest leg. If ever you find yourself out of ammo, out of FAKs, and out of hope, look over your shoulder. Who knows, there might just be a familiar face following the News Team...if the battle is big enough.
So long News Team! Keep your ears tuned to Tova Talk, C24.07, coming soon!
