Goooood evening, W30! Well, today is a fun day. For those who don’t know me, hi! I’m Jess, and I’m the head guy in THE. That’s right, that tribe in the top ranks that steals all your ladies? No, no, not BD, THE. That’s right. They get play, I won’t lie. But, yes, that’s me, and I’m here with a message. You see, aside from our ladying, we’re just here for fun and foolishness. We wanna have a good time! And, to that end, we like to noble only the loudest, screamiest suckers that we can find. Organized resistance – and organized offensives – just comes off as so tacky at this stage. It’s almost like you want to form a band, but you’re only allowed to play Nirvana – great music, but you’re never able to make up your own style or just play some random garbage for the hell of it. Playing even the best damn tunes is just a drag when you do it over and over, for years and years. But, no, we weren’t allowed to play our own tunes. Someone - some idiot - had to push us. See, we’re usually pretty chill when people take an opportunity to knock us in the jaw. They don’t get many, so when someone takes a pop and catches us, we applaud. But then we say “alright, you’re funny, you came away ahead, time to back off.” Some idiot did not back off. This person was contacted, advised to chill out, and after saying they’d consider it...Kept right on up. So, now a tribe which will remain nameless, containing at least one but possibly more than one idiot, is going to have to pay the price. Only the idiots out there might have a hard time figuring out who that’ll be. Furthermore, any one who assists these idiots in any way - support, supplies, or seduction of their members - is also an idiot. Let fall the axe of war. P.S. Don't forget their family tribe!