"Rejoice Trothkin!" said the young MechWarrior Aresye, who thee belongeth to thy House of Ward, "for we have waited many moons whilst in the shadows of darkness, afraid to step forward, lest face the evils that await beyond. Evils who have brought unspeakable death to our people. Great thundering death from the skies, from an enemy beyond our sight, whom brings forth walls of exploding arrows, showering us like the rain that washes the blood from our hands. And when we are too weak to fight on, our enemy unleashes their fury upon the crippled. The heavens crack open and the skies darken as the distant sound of thunder fades from our ears. Our world covered in a blackness, blacker than the darkest nights of old, as the cloud rises from the Earth to take our souls away. I say again rejoice! For we no longer must wait in the shadows of darkness, and can emerge into the light. A light which shall forge our steel, and strengthen our resolve. Today, we fight back those whom have kept us in darkness! We have our enemy trapped in the shadows of their own fear, as we bestow the might of our power upon them. When this battle is over, the rains shall commeth to wash thy blood from our hands, and after we have tended to our own, we shall feast by the waters of the icy river, forever ruled by the souls of the Star League who have commeth before us. And when you have had your fill of food and drink, let the soft embrace of sleep envelop you with her gentle touch. But rest as you might if it was your end, for tomorrow, we fight again!"
Or I guess I could have just said, "Yay! Now I can get back at those missile boaters and long toms!"
