This is Rabid Parrots with your periodical Andromeda Noose! It's been a while since we last spoke, but we Derbhoes have been a bit preoccupied during our imPrizMent in the Zerg concentration camps. However, many noose worthy events have occurred since then and I am going to cover this as thoroughly and efficiently as possible in the best way that I know how. With ducks.
PrizM and Inc initially had an alliance, as it was what any sane person would have done if they had the most aggravating guild in the server take up shop in the center of their home galaxy. After a few weeks, however, their great and powerful teenage leader Bob, with a glint in his eye and a chip on his shoulder, decided it was best to smash the Derbhoe problem once and for all, but (s)he did not realize the magnitude of worms contained within the can that they had just opened. The entire server went to war, for the love of a guild that made virtually no impact on gameplay and an immense hatred of the one called Bob. The conflict lasted for 40 days and 60 nights (including travel time) and changed the 20's forever.
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This led to a time of peace in the 20's for roughly 3 space hours. The OP guild, now filled with PrizM converts renamed itself REIGN and took the cluster. They formed an alliance with Inc, just like their predecessor. Then, one day, around Thanksgiving time, things took a turn for the worst. Dr. Fappo was baking a sweet potato pie and he swung by the local A13 grocery to pick up the ingredients, which included the last can of sweet potatos. A shrill, nasaly voice behind him belted out, "HEY, THOSE ARE MY YAMS!" He turned to find none other than Fleet Reaper with a cruiser pointed right at him. Fappo drew his frigate and exclaimed, "You can pry them from my cold, dead fingers, maggot!"
The subsequent grocery store shootout led to a server-wide war. Ribbentrop, of Derbhoes, saw his chance and drew 15 leviathans."I believe you two are mistaken. Those are my yams." He ran backwards out of the store and threw the yams in the outside trash can. This angered the REIGN GM, Deviance, who also happens to be Bob's illigitimate Russian sister. He declared war on Inc and the *beep* hit the fan a second time.
I proceeded to hit up my nigga Rafen like, "We got gaaates, dawg!" and then some stuff happened and some people got ZF'd and a DS got jacked up.
Like so:
Rest of The Server:
This led to more peace talks between Inc and REIGN. They decided that it was in their best interest to shut the back door into their galaxy. This resulted in a dual DNH, effectively making Derbhoes neutral in their conflict. This gives us a chance to regroup and recover.
We are Derbhoes. We will always survive. Maybe next time, I will have some actual noose for you.
Thank you,
-Rabid Parrots
--Minister of Public Relations, Diplomacy, and Health
---Derbhoes Intergalactic Inc.
