Woken from a deep green sleep, this happens a lot. Mrs. Hulk was feeling a little frisky (Hubba Hubba). Ok back to the point.
A long time ago, in a far away land, ok, not that long ago, and right here. When I started with the Misfits, I got to a point where I would not shoot at another Misfit. There were only about 25 members, and half of them were semi-active. I could switch sides easily. So most times it was easy. But times have changed, now there are 750,002 Misfits. It is damn near imposible to find a Misfitless game. They are everywhere, like ants. I enjoy every single Misfit bullet that pierces my plane. I have enjoyed countless hours of fun flying with and against my brothers. Given the choice I will fly by any Misfits side, "but" if I cant, then we will fight to the death. One thing is for sure, I will have fun. I love every single one of you. Punk, I will miss you, I will cherish our games together, I watched you become one of the deadliest in this game. Until something changes, we must fight the good fight. We will all become better because of this. Are all the great pilots of this game Misfits, No. But all the Misfits are great players. So be ready, shoot straight and fight hard my brothers. Most of all, kill the Reds. One day this war will end, then what will we do? I will hold a beer high in the air, and say "cheers to all".