You are puny and you are weak. I've taken over space, all my myself. Now, I challenge red to keep it. I challenge the rest of you to take it. Emporer Norton has grown soft, and the rest of you along with him. I poke you in your dough bellies! I laugh in the face of your flaccid offense!
Oh noez! Mah dough belly has been poked! This means WAR! So many pretty colors to choose from, y u pick red, Kat? U mad, bro? Well, I don't want to take your space. You can have it. I'm a lover, not a fighter! <3
there are the four horsemen... renown through the centuries. What is less known is the fifth horse, a pony in fact, the Dread Pony. Slayer of Bad Horse, tamer of Dr. Horrible, that who made Moist run dry, that who made the voids bleed a crimson red. None has ever been able to ride this pony, so fierce and frightful this pony was. Nay, they even dread mentioning the fifth pony, striking the pony from all tales of lore leaving the dread pony to be mentioned only in the darkest of depths in arcane tongues...
Puny space popsickles! You are all so cute in your little space suits with your beefy drones stockades that you quiver in fear to touch. The green has finally come alive a little... The Oddies are making a 'meh' effort, while the adorable little Triads are all, "Pew, pew! I take your sector with my wee drones!" The ES have made a rather half hearted efforted to keep space. Salen continues to recruit and I continue to be too lazy to balance myself as Amaranth. I wonder what the weekend will bring?