Originally by: Gloomy Gus

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Originally by: Ivor Gunn

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You stood firm against bob's push, waiting until they were comfy

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We gritted our teeth at first, it was rougher than we'd anticipated and we really hadn't expected them to come from that direction. Slowly however over time we came to welcome the new sensations of our defenses' being penetrated so deeply. Their titans were then unstoppable and we were battered over and over, their fleets moving in and out of our borders at will. After a while we got used to the rhythm of things, and begin to move our fleets to take advantage of the friction and indeed groove with the flow.

You can only fire a doomsday so often however, and between shots there's plenty of time to recover and heal. After Bein Glorious' long boring treatise their titans became limp and pretty soon the pillar of their fleet was flaccid. After the violent end of one such pillar this threat became soft and they seemed far less eager than in the past. Slowly the lumbering armies turned around, and as soon as the RSF had their hands on the shoulders of the GBC things began moving in the other direction.

While the Russians and their massive titans began breaking down BoB's brittle internal barriers, the TCF and Goons and all of their other allies begin filling all other available holes in the GBC's defenses. BoB's cries slowly became more and more muffled as they lost traction under the press of so many eager participants, and their mouthpieces were chocked off with the flood of fofofo until only an occasional pained gasp could be heard on CAOD.

Now their forces huddle broken and bleeding on the cold tile floor of the shower that is Delve, clutching themselves and wondering who to blame and why this happened to them. Had they been too provocative? Was it the armor of their ships, did it not cover enough therefore inviting others to take advantage? Would things have been different if they hadn't been walking in 0.0 after dark?

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