Board Thread:Off-Topic/@comment-7203512-20141220115045/@comment-32663439-20141221062958

It seems that today once again Tate will be a warlord,

And all of you motherf*ckers shall fall against my sword.

You think you could win a battle against me?

Well we'll just have to wait and see.

Introducing my mighty Army of the Gods,

That will crush your weak little squads.

You useless swine can't raise an army worth half of my shit,

And my bowel movements can still produce triple your tactical wit.

And now, without further ado,

It's time to bring in Tate's mighty crew.

They are gods among men, the mightiest of warriors,

And after they're through with you, no battlefield will be gorier.

With armor made of carbon steel,

You'll be destroy under the weight of their mighty zeal.

Over one hundred million soldiers of death,

The Aedra themselves watch the destruction with bated breath.

They are the true heralds of doom,

All life is destroyed, every soul, every bloom.

With scythes and axes of darkness and despair,

There is no such thing as an innocent life spared.

As your entire existance is turned to dust,

You'll learn that nowhere in this world is just.

Run for your life, the little it will do,

In the end, they'll come for you too.

This is Tate's great Army of Doom,

The soldiers that don't even leave enough to put in a tomb.