Rock, Paper, Shotgun

Moments ago, a TF2 Community Server peeped it's head out of the wicker hutch it was being carried in and set it's eyes on it's new home. The internet. Two trained handlers gently coaxed the nervous creature out using ham sandwiches and generous tax breaks and after several minutes of cautious exploration near the 4x4 and filling out forms for the Inland Revenue it scurried out in to the bush, no doubt sensing the presence of others like itself nearby.

This heartwarming scene was made possible by you, dear community, you and your juicy dinero, your succulent pesata and delicious dollar. Said bullion being safely deposited within our facilitators submersible high security bank, 5000 feet down the Mariana trench, we have secured our favourite TF2 Community Server's existence for another 3 months.

Thank you RPS community. From the bottom of my wallet, thank you.