Tapu Julk: I'd like to to propose a toast to our success on winning all of the major battles so far in this ongoing war! : Mark Tempest Alt: and I'd also love to propose a toast to our good friends Brandon,Serose,Corena,and Ryan! : Brandon Lee Mares: thank you it was nothing! : Serose Sephyrr: wait? isn't one of us missing? : Corena Timpet: wait! where's Ryan? : Meanwhile: Ryan Pettit: Gah! Shit! it hurts so freaking bad! : Austin Dawson: he's over there in a bloody pile of debris! : Gravy Dagger: wait? how the fuck did he survive that massive explosion head on? : Ryan Pettit: shit it looks like I've been impaled through my arm! and they've already found my location and are coming back this direction! it looks like I'm left with no other choice it seems... Gah! : Austin Dawson: over there it's Ryan! : Gravy Dagger: what the hell does he think that he's doing? : Ryan Pettit: i may of lost a arm but with great personal gain comes great sacrifice! : Austin Dawson: over there! he's escaping! : Gravy Dagger: it's too dangerous so that's why we need to hurry and make it back to base before the sun sets! : Ryan Pettit: and now while they give me my great escape I'll be on my merry way! : Back at the villan headquarters: Mark Tempest Alt: bring out our prisoner! : Héctor Acosta: what the hell do you want from me? : Tapu Julk: i was getting ready to appoint you as our new General but it looks like you are not without a doubt a traitor who's treason is punishable by death as your public execution draws near! : Héctor Acosta: then who the fuck will be the next General? : Tapu Julk: next in line would be Ryan Pettit but it seems that he is missing as of late which means that we will be holding a tournament to decide the next General while i will hold the tournament still regardless even if there was a miracle fit to happen! : Corena Timpet: Ryan? where have you been? : Ryan Pettit: i may be slowly bleeding to death but don't count me out just yet! : Brandon Lee Mares: and it looks like he collapsed and fainted! : Mark Tempest Alt: how foul! : Tapu Julk: clean up this bloody mess and send this disgrace to the infirmary before i vomit due to the smell of fresh blood! : Serose Sephyrr: Yes Sir! : TO BE CONTINUED