Silence. Downtime. Stagnance. I never found comfort in these things as a younger man. I was too preoccupied with feeding my ego, to appreciate the value of self reflection. But if I have learned anything from my recent… trials. It is that my greatest enemy is not "The Anticob", or, any other boogeymen in this world. But complacency.
Math was the first to find me since my fall, and he was not faring much better than I. One of the party's most prominent raiders, of 'blox, of pommu, and now, of wplace. Now just a mere messenger for the event that began World War Soy 2. For a long time, he was able to lead many raids on 'blox with an iron fist. Perfecting his commanding nature. Now that it does not run through him as strong as it once did, one must wonder what haunts his mind. His resilience is shaken, yet he still has come, determined to reclaim the power he once knew. A drive we will not waste. Fabius brim found me soon after. He tries to mask the attacks on our alliance, "The Cobson Defenders". But something is clearly wrong. Without the salve of ruthless soyldiers under him, to follow his order.. he struggled to maintain full control. His swift, measured movements, now replaced by shaky leaps forward. And paltry attempts at covering our vulnerability… with pride. But there is a focus there. A clarity. That was once smothered by unwavering anger. Though I cannot truly see his eyes… I still feel the burning passion of his gaze, down to my missing namesake. I am no fool. I recognize he is evaluating my worthiness as a leader alongside him. Whether the roaring, cruel echo of what I once held… will make me vulnerable. His only choices are to eventually face retribution from trannies for the fall of Andrew Grant Fosgate. Or to join us. And I am glad to have him and Math by my side. And me. My arrival during Jeetstorm struck quietly. The quips and laughter, the jeering once synonymous with me… now only come as half-hearted attempts to maintain my mask of indifference. A more laid back leadership. But recently, my leadership comes with ulterior motives. Sometimes, revealing hidden truths, a lot of the time, just for my own entertainment. This time, I seek the well being of what may be my one true chance at a commanding position. The WPlace Soyumvirate. My view of my soyldiers, of our enemies. Irrelevant. I will lend my skills to see those troons fall, and in return, I'll have Fabius Brim's skills. Math's skills. The trust of our Soyumvirate, and the loyalty of our soyldiers. All of us leaders, now revealed as vulnerable. Strung out. Struggling. But still standing. We banded together to become a triumvirate of the most powerful commanders, with resources that benefit our plans. With what remains of our alliance, we must find a new strategy. I must earn everybody's trust, and loyalty. Including them. They are likely skeptical as to whether I am able to overcome what adversaries have been thrown my way. I will not blame their doubt. I commend it. Blind trust in a leader is the surest path to failure. I need not plead, but instead, we will prove that the trannies' momentary victory was NOT our downfall.
But our CRUCIBLE.
With every pixel we painted, and very flag we erased, our resolve STRENGTHENED. And the new path we have paved will help us attain TRUE VICTORY. Together. My players are assembled, and the board is set. But one piece remains to move our future into view. And that piece… is YOU. Soon, we will strike, and now is the time to prepare. So join us. Join our forces, and claim eternal victory, because you will never be forgotten. You, and every other Defender of Cobson, will be IMMORTALIZED IN SOY HISTORY. WE WILL FINISH WHAT THEY STARTED.
So join the Cobson Defenders today, and fight for liberation. We want your skills, be it alt creation, hacking, 'oxing, 'zaing. Anything will be accepted. The retribution that Portland was waiting for? It will never be achieved without you. Not a damn chance. Just as there are people out there who inherited Warrior Z's will, soon enough, someone will carry on in Cobson's name as well. They may try and destroy our spirit, but they will never extinguish our flame. So it has been, and so it will continue to be until the very end of time. And one day in the future, when we are all dead and gone, someone will arise carrying generations upon generations of our history on his shoulders, and he will throw down the gauntlet in front of him as the entire soysphere. Hey Wplace Trannies, you and your leaders know what's coming. A war that will embroil the site far and wide. That's why you're so afraid. Though nothing you do will stop it. Someday our victory will turn this world upside down. You know what I'm talking about, and I'm sure one of us will find it. Whether you like it or not, that day will come soon.
THE COBSON DEFENDERS WILL REMAIN UNDEFEATED. We welcome you with open arms, soyteen.
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