If I may quote this timely passage from The Fronteriad, being a Chronicle of the Third War of Expansion.
Disbelieving the liars evidence of their eyes, and cleaving to the true faith in their hearts, a small band of forum knights would embark upon a valorous crusade against the enemies of Frontier.
And lo, on the eve of total victory and upon a battlefield strewn with the forum threads they have smote, as their signature banners flutter and snap triumphantly in the wind ... doubt creeps, like a black smoke across a graveyard, into the very hearts of the battle weary.
"Woe! Alas! For is it not true that the optimisation was not miraculous? Was there, after all, truth upon the bloodied tongues of the enemy? Look upon thy frame-rate and despair! Our cause is lost! Will the horizon ever be reunited with the land? Look upon the chasm rent in the skies (at least six months they say)."
"Hold fast, brothers!" Sword aloft, chief among their number, with postings innumerable. "Hold fast! Is it not also true that we hold the field? Who now remains to offer challenge? Let us take their words. Let us claim them for our own, as our victory gives us right, for are we not ...reasonable?"
Disbelieving the liars evidence of their eyes, and cleaving to the true faith in their hearts, a small band of forum knights would embark upon a valorous crusade against the enemies of Frontier.
And lo, on the eve of total victory and upon a battlefield strewn with the forum threads they have smote, as their signature banners flutter and snap triumphantly in the wind ... doubt creeps, like a black smoke across a graveyard, into the very hearts of the battle weary.
"Woe! Alas! For is it not true that the optimisation was not miraculous? Was there, after all, truth upon the bloodied tongues of the enemy? Look upon thy frame-rate and despair! Our cause is lost! Will the horizon ever be reunited with the land? Look upon the chasm rent in the skies (at least six months they say)."
"Hold fast, brothers!" Sword aloft, chief among their number, with postings innumerable. "Hold fast! Is it not also true that we hold the field? Who now remains to offer challenge? Let us take their words. Let us claim them for our own, as our victory gives us right, for are we not ...reasonable?"
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