Advance Wars Gamers' Lament
(War, 12:T43)
And The People Said:
Woe! Woe, weep for the mighty. The banner of blood droops, the troops are routed. The stars themselves weep as they crash down with dolorous moans.
Lo! The cities fall before the onslaught, the warriors flee to the mountains but in vain- when the Celestial Head Quarters falls, the works of men, nay not even the bosom of the earth shall shelter Red Star, for destruction follows us (with big gnasty teeth), even as the Mech follows after the APC.
And The Commander Replied:
My people, you have sinned greatly. Was it not said, "Defense shall avail thee nothing?" Was it also not written by the prophet, "The best defense is a good offense"? Did not St. Nell warn thee that 'Eagle will try to lure you into an expensive air war. Go for a quick victory to improve your score!' Did you learn nothing from the fall of prideful Grit and how he destroyed Blue Moon with his lurking? And did not the Terms forbid use of idolatrous Mech Floods? Now the beast of prey comes for us, faster than wind. There is no time for regrets now, troops, but perhaps we may spend this turn in prayer.
All:
All-mighty Damage Calculator, who art in ROM, have mercy on our scores.
(War, 12:T43)
And The People Said:
Woe! Woe, weep for the mighty. The banner of blood droops, the troops are routed. The stars themselves weep as they crash down with dolorous moans.
Lo! The cities fall before the onslaught, the warriors flee to the mountains but in vain- when the Celestial Head Quarters falls, the works of men, nay not even the bosom of the earth shall shelter Red Star, for destruction follows us (with big gnasty teeth), even as the Mech follows after the APC.
And The Commander Replied:
My people, you have sinned greatly. Was it not said, "Defense shall avail thee nothing?" Was it also not written by the prophet, "The best defense is a good offense"? Did not St. Nell warn thee that 'Eagle will try to lure you into an expensive air war. Go for a quick victory to improve your score!' Did you learn nothing from the fall of prideful Grit and how he destroyed Blue Moon with his lurking? And did not the Terms forbid use of idolatrous Mech Floods? Now the beast of prey comes for us, faster than wind. There is no time for regrets now, troops, but perhaps we may spend this turn in prayer.
All:
All-mighty Damage Calculator, who art in ROM, have mercy on our scores.