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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest declaration of war in the history of our Realm.
Five Score months ago or a few days at-least, A Holy Tribe decided that it was time to sign the writ of war, to bang on their drums and march. This momentus Decree came as a great Beacon of light to a few fools who had become bored in the flames of withering Injustice. It came as a Joyous Daybreak to end the long night of NAP's and Alliances.
But one hundred hours later, Bound By Blood is still not free. One hundred hours later and our nobles still march on empty villages, sadly crippled by the fact that our enemies wollow in incompetance, giving up what is theirs without so much as a single spearman in defense of his homeland. One hundred hours later Bound by Blood lives on a lonely island of Material prosperity in the midst of a vast ocean of fools at the whims of their mothers credit cards. And so we come here today to dramatize a shameful Condition.
In a sense we've come to our Realms Forums to cash a check. When the Architects of our great realm wrote the code for Zipserburg, they were signing a promissory note to which every BBB member was the heir. This code was a promise to all of us, would be guaranteed the "unalienable rights" of "plunder, victory and the Pursuit of Susie!" It is obvious today that NWO are undeserving of the title of number one or even two insofar as Zipser burg is concerned. Instead of waring, pilaging and generally playing well, NWO has given us a boring fair, Insulting not only the honour of BBB but of everyone here. With NAP's and Mergers and General Boring behaviour, they have sealed their fate.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to Remind Zipser burg of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of Gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of violence and abandon. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate rim and march towards the sunlit Middle! Now is the Time to lift our swords, spears and axes from the quicksand of NAP's to the solid rock of Blood strewn Enemies! Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children!
It would be fatal for our tribes to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of NAP's or alliances with NWO will not pass until the is an Invigorating Autumn of bloodshed and war. April second is not the end, But a beginning. And those who hope that BBB just needed to blow off steam with this post and will now just shrink back into the south east will have a rude awakening if they return to business as usual and forget about us. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Zipser burg until BBB is granted its Section of the plunder! The Whirlwinds of war will continue to shake the foundations of our Realm until the Bright day of Victory!
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our physical violence to degenerate into creative protests. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting absolutely no defensive plan with un-necessarily complicated force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Zipser burg community must not lead us to a distrust of all tribes, for many of our brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their fun times are aligned closely with our humour.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow escapes. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quests for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of NWO brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to your villages, between rivers and valleys, between enemies and friends, go back to the slums and ghettos of our southern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Zipser Burg idiom.
I have a dream that one day this Tribe will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "War, for the sake of waring. Blood, For the sake of blood And brotherhood, for the sake of Bound By Blood!"
I have a dream that one day on the Fields of Zipser burg, the sons and daughters of Yakuza and BBB will be able to sit down together at the table of Brotherhood and celebrate NWO's Demise
I have a dream that one day New World Order will manage to muster up a phalanx of spears, or a nuke of axes and finally be able to throw down. This is the Gauntlet that I am placing before you, respond or fall, the choice is yours.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in the south with its incompetent Enemies sitting within New world orders halls, will finally realise just how bad they are and restart... one day right there in the south the little boys with Mummies credit cards will finally realise that Pay to win, is only worth it if you are not without 2 brain cells to rub together.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. This Is Bound By Bloods Decleration of war, Take us seriously, and we wont poke your eye out.
Tyrsium
Bound By Blood
Five Score months ago or a few days at-least, A Holy Tribe decided that it was time to sign the writ of war, to bang on their drums and march. This momentus Decree came as a great Beacon of light to a few fools who had become bored in the flames of withering Injustice. It came as a Joyous Daybreak to end the long night of NAP's and Alliances.
But one hundred hours later, Bound By Blood is still not free. One hundred hours later and our nobles still march on empty villages, sadly crippled by the fact that our enemies wollow in incompetance, giving up what is theirs without so much as a single spearman in defense of his homeland. One hundred hours later Bound by Blood lives on a lonely island of Material prosperity in the midst of a vast ocean of fools at the whims of their mothers credit cards. And so we come here today to dramatize a shameful Condition.
In a sense we've come to our Realms Forums to cash a check. When the Architects of our great realm wrote the code for Zipserburg, they were signing a promissory note to which every BBB member was the heir. This code was a promise to all of us, would be guaranteed the "unalienable rights" of "plunder, victory and the Pursuit of Susie!" It is obvious today that NWO are undeserving of the title of number one or even two insofar as Zipser burg is concerned. Instead of waring, pilaging and generally playing well, NWO has given us a boring fair, Insulting not only the honour of BBB but of everyone here. With NAP's and Mergers and General Boring behaviour, they have sealed their fate.
We have also come to this hallowed spot to Remind Zipser burg of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of Gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of violence and abandon. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate rim and march towards the sunlit Middle! Now is the Time to lift our swords, spears and axes from the quicksand of NAP's to the solid rock of Blood strewn Enemies! Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children!
It would be fatal for our tribes to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of NAP's or alliances with NWO will not pass until the is an Invigorating Autumn of bloodshed and war. April second is not the end, But a beginning. And those who hope that BBB just needed to blow off steam with this post and will now just shrink back into the south east will have a rude awakening if they return to business as usual and forget about us. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in Zipser burg until BBB is granted its Section of the plunder! The Whirlwinds of war will continue to shake the foundations of our Realm until the Bright day of Victory!
But there is something that I must say to my people, who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice: In the process of gaining our rightful place, we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred. We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our physical violence to degenerate into creative protests. Again and again, we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting absolutely no defensive plan with un-necessarily complicated force.
The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Zipser burg community must not lead us to a distrust of all tribes, for many of our brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have come to realize that their fun times are aligned closely with our humour.
We cannot walk alone.
And as we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead.
We cannot turn back.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow escapes. And some of you have come from areas where your quest -- quests for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of NWO brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive. Go back to your villages, between rivers and valleys, between enemies and friends, go back to the slums and ghettos of our southern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed.
Let us not wallow in the valley of despair, I say to you today, my friends.
And so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the Zipser Burg idiom.
I have a dream that one day this Tribe will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "War, for the sake of waring. Blood, For the sake of blood And brotherhood, for the sake of Bound By Blood!"
I have a dream that one day on the Fields of Zipser burg, the sons and daughters of Yakuza and BBB will be able to sit down together at the table of Brotherhood and celebrate NWO's Demise
I have a dream that one day New World Order will manage to muster up a phalanx of spears, or a nuke of axes and finally be able to throw down. This is the Gauntlet that I am placing before you, respond or fall, the choice is yours.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day, down in the south with its incompetent Enemies sitting within New world orders halls, will finally realise just how bad they are and restart... one day right there in the south the little boys with Mummies credit cards will finally realise that Pay to win, is only worth it if you are not without 2 brain cells to rub together.
I have a dream today!
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, and every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight; "and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed and all flesh shall see it together."
This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to the South with. This Is Bound By Bloods Decleration of war, Take us seriously, and we wont poke your eye out.
Tyrsium
Bound By Blood
