DeletedUser53562
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Here at BFF, we like to be friends. No, we LOVE being friends. We like to make new friends as we go about our business here in the Southwest. We’ve invited many new friends into our ranks like Beserk, Merc, MW and TWS. Recently though, it has come to our attention that there is trouble afoot in our previously happy neighbourhood full of rainbows and unicorns.
It started with the odd motorcycle cruising through our peaceful villages late at night, but quickly escalated to full on convoys through our streets. Graffiti, burglary and even the occasional molotov cocktail became common place. Before we knew it a prostitution ring had developed. We should have known that dodgy Fish n Chip shop was merely a front for something much more sinister.
It was’t long before these guys were all over our friendly community and they did not want to be our new best friends. [spoil]
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The leader was particularly intimidating. He tried to put moves on our friendly maidens:
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And when that didn’t work in his favour, he resorted to threats and namecalling:[spoil]
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He even denounced his own ladies of the night after they declared war on us poor wee friends.
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As his girth increased, his paranoia seemed to increase with it. He sent circ after circ trying to convince his members that we were about to declare on them, he asked for frontline villages to be stacked - giving his own villages preference - as maniac leaders are known to do. He even went so far as to request them all to build 50 cats in each village, a big request on a world where resources are precious.
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Word came back to us from our friends in other parts of the world that he was soliciting other friends to try and turn on us as well.
That was the last straw. Our duke - who loves nothing more than to spend his evenings sitting at his round table, with a cool glass of ale chatting with all his BFFs - had had enough. The noise and smog these banditos had brought to his community had to stop. Not to mention the appalling stench of rotten fish n chips that kept wafting into his villages. These transgressions were just too much. Even with his propensity for friendly hugs, he had no choice but to grant credence to Sabotur's paranoia.
So without further ado, one, two, three, four...
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BFF declare on the TB family.[/spoil]
It started with the odd motorcycle cruising through our peaceful villages late at night, but quickly escalated to full on convoys through our streets. Graffiti, burglary and even the occasional molotov cocktail became common place. Before we knew it a prostitution ring had developed. We should have known that dodgy Fish n Chip shop was merely a front for something much more sinister.
It was’t long before these guys were all over our friendly community and they did not want to be our new best friends. [spoil]
The leader was particularly intimidating. He tried to put moves on our friendly maidens:
[spoil]
And when that didn’t work in his favour, he resorted to threats and namecalling:[spoil]
He even denounced his own ladies of the night after they declared war on us poor wee friends.
[spoil]
As his girth increased, his paranoia seemed to increase with it. He sent circ after circ trying to convince his members that we were about to declare on them, he asked for frontline villages to be stacked - giving his own villages preference - as maniac leaders are known to do. He even went so far as to request them all to build 50 cats in each village, a big request on a world where resources are precious.
[spoil]
Word came back to us from our friends in other parts of the world that he was soliciting other friends to try and turn on us as well.
That was the last straw. Our duke - who loves nothing more than to spend his evenings sitting at his round table, with a cool glass of ale chatting with all his BFFs - had had enough. The noise and smog these banditos had brought to his community had to stop. Not to mention the appalling stench of rotten fish n chips that kept wafting into his villages. These transgressions were just too much. Even with his propensity for friendly hugs, he had no choice but to grant credence to Sabotur's paranoia.
So without further ado, one, two, three, four...
[spoil]
BFF declare on the TB family.[/spoil]
but that prostitute may have some effect against tribal wars rules but not sure so be careful dont want to waste a good war by some guy reporting 
