You glorious purple bastards

If you're reading this, it means the battle has come to an end. Whether I'm still alive or not, I know not. If I am, you can probably find me at that bar on fifth street. Ryan makes some damn good beer.

I'm not going to discuss the trivalties of whether we won or lost - partially because talking to two futures at once is f!@#ing hard to write, but also because that doesn't matter right now.

The battle is over.

At the end of the day, you survived. When all was said and done, you rose from the dirt and went on to live another day.

Unless we came in last and Red decided to nuke us. In which case you're probably dead.

The battle is over, and this is a time for a rest.

Grab your laptop, find your loved ones, and start swearing bloody f!@#ing murder when your younger sister totally outplays you or 'gets a lucky draw.'

Yeah. Tooootally just 'luck'.

I encourage you all to grab some small multiplayer games - Payday 2 is still 10$ off for the shooter fans, and having recently picked up 100% Orange Juice I'm finding it quite the pleasurable experience.

Also, f!@# you Hime.

F!@# you.

Today is a time for celebration. Take pride in the fact that you are alive, hopefully with enough in the war chest to make it out to your next paycheck.

And with that, I bid you farewell. Maybe I'll see if I can grab a drinking buddy or two...

Friends, I come to you at the dawn of a generation.

Four hours and fifteen minutes from now, a victor will be chosen.

I know not who will be left standing in the end. For all I can hope we'll be towering amongst the rubble by the time this is over.

Then again, we also have hordes of people who want us in a f!@#ing graveyard when this is over, too.

It's been a long, long fight. My apologies to those who have died on the front line, giving their lives for a cause they could believe in, armed with nothing more than their will and the barrel of a gun. My apologies to the families of the deceased, who's clinging prayers went unanswered on the funerals of those you loved. My apologies to the survivors, whom put the best years of their life fighting against men who were once our friends, families and long-distance drinking buddies.

My apologies to the White team, who I pissed off at for being a 'Red Propaganda Group.' I'm still not fully sure of your intentions, but it seems it doesn't matter now anyway.

And finally, my apologies to the enemy. I can understand the BS that goes through your head when you can't find that camping son of a b*tch with the sniper. We kind of intended to piss you off there.

When that bell strikes 10 AM we may very well not live to see it. Then again, we might also be prancing around their ashes in clown suits, so who knows? In all honesty I have a feeling our sense of humor is f!@#ing crazy.

And in all honesty, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Four hours from now, a victor will be chosen.

So I ask, just for these four hours. Shelve away your alcohol, grab your favorite drinking buddy, and if you have anyone who knows how to use a sniper, by all means please. Camp the sh*t out of those guys.

Because in four hours, some of us might not be here to tell the tale. So whatever happens, we can always be happy we've survived up to now.

Maybe if we reforge the alliance, we can all grab a beer or two.

It's been one f!@#ing hell of a ride, and that goes out to all those out there on the front lines - friend and foe alike.

Except for Red.

F!@# them. Do you realize how much sh*t I had to file because of you?

Just bend over and let us win next time, okay?

Like I said, we have a god-f!@#ing-awful sense of humor.

Now, then.

Until that bell strikes ten, I'd better see every one of you bastards giving it everything you got.

Right, then. Let's do this sh*t.

THE DAWN OF THE FINALE HAS ARRIVED!

NO MATTER THAT WHICH SHALL CROSS OUR PATH -

DO NOT SURRENDER!

IT MATTERS NOT THEIR SIZE,

IT MATTERS NOT THEIR STRENGTH.

WHAT ONLY MATTERS IS OUR SPIRIT.

NOTHING MORE, AND NOTHING LESS.

WE SHALL OBTAIN VICTORY WITH OUR OWN TWO HANDS, AND RECLAIM THAT WHICH WAS ONCE FORGOTTEN.

HAIL TO VIOLET LIGHTBLOOD, FOURTEENTH QUEEN OF THIS WONDROUS NATION.

HAIL TO THE PEOPLE, PUSHING FORWARD ACROSS THIS LAND.

AND HAIL TO OUR SPIRIT, WHICH NEVER SURRENDERS IN THE DARKEST OF TIMES.

TODAY IS THE DAY WHEN ALL SHALL END.

AND WHEN THE SUN SHALL RISE ONCE MORE, IT IS US THAT SHALL CLIMB ABOVE THE RUBBLE.

FIGHT ONWARD, MY PEOPLE!

ON TO ETERNAL VICTORY!

Break through, don't let up!

We can win!

NO HOLDING BACK!

Our time is NOW - we can obtain victory if we push through this!