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Seriously, whoever owns the 'Kingdom of Courland' account, these memes don't even run alongside RP, they're actively counter-RP. One might say... IT'S TIME TO STOP!

Another GM decision at an inconvenient time for Courland? How inconvenient!

Alex Faelan internally wonders what his 70 years of service have brought him, other than the destruction of his family.

If you'd actually taken 10 seconds of your life to read Vege's comment, the rebels don't own the 'Empire of Courland' account. Moron.

"I've tried living in the deep North before, was dark mos' the year round... Congrats to the Dwarves who manage to do it for the entire year," Alex first thinks. "No, we weren't those humans," he begins talking out loud to himself. "I think I'm going insane, but I'm pretty sure we offered neutrality to all Orenian vassals, an offer all of the Orenian vassals took... Or am I imagining things again?" "To the high elves, thank you for helping dissolve the local human hegemony & increase the potential for other races to permeate the businesses Oren used to encourage human domination in." "To the Warhawks, who valiantly fought & died along side humans and Orcs alike the previous time a similar coalition was attempted, battling your wood elven brothers, trust the wood elves. Wood elves good, humans bad." "I reiterate, allow yourselves to be pushed around by non-human races, allow non-human races to pillage your lands because at least the humans won't be able to do it, allow any non-human attempts at expansion as they are, after all, only trying to protect themselves from humans, fight against the humans & with the invaders when the humans attempt to combat the Imperialism, and all in all, try to f*** yourselves." "And I thought humans were racist," he concludes.

Take 3... Captain's report; I can't say what I think. I can't say the same thing Nathan has said about Vege but about Nathan... Nathan you're a silly duck. PS: All animals are equal. Except those with 4 legs, which are more equal than those with 2.

Alex Faelan has in one hand the evacuation notice the REBELS have issued to Johannesburg in an attempt to minimise innocent deaths where the Emperor is yet to do so and in the other the transcripts of the various speeches detailing how the rebels are going to murder all the innocents. "For the 'paragon' of human accomplishment, they sure are an illiterate bunch," the almost 100 year old man quips. To himself.

Alex Faelan reads the pamphlet, finding it oddly moving before his memory decides it'll function today, as he remembers his friends in Riga who were slaughtered by pitiless Imperials fighting to oppress nought more than a civilian militia seeking to protect their home from Imperial-sanctified barbarians who would raid, steal & ravage the local population. Then he remembers where his own pity went; people weren't the only things to die. "Much pity plea," he thinks to himself, "such wow."

"I'd rather die a winner," retorts Alex who, for some reason, is having a conversation with Galahad..?

Says the guy who got sat on by a thicc gurl.

M&B:W best game best meme best life is M&B:W life.

Sorry guys, I took a dump in the server... And good luck cleaning it out, it all looks the same! Get it? Because the server is s***?

Alex Faelan, finding disgust in the polluted nature of his beloved Canonist church, holds no qualms against accepting the new Lotharic Communion as a more pious route to the seven skies.

Alex Faelan screams "SO INSECUUUUUUUUURE" as he charges into another Coalition victory.

Alex Faelan prepares an alcohol-bathed welcome to the heroic few who ventured forth for liberty's sake.

Alex Faelan remembers when the Adunians launched someone who looked kinda like that from the catapult as a form of euthanasia.

Knight > Duke in Oren now? I've been playing this game wrong my whole life!

This is a weab free zone tyvm.

Alex Faelan rears his old head and dons his ancient armour as the old sack of bones holds out for all of the second wave before a blocked pommel smash to have been deflected in his direction, knocking him out. Oh well, at least no more scars!

"No longer in the Empire," Alex remarks as he snaps back to reality... Oop there goes gravity.

'Sometimes, the Lion needs to show the Jackals who he is,' Old Timer recites the battle cry in his mind as some distant voice recites the Rains of Castamere.

((I've heard there's a substance that actually sells quite well, you could get rich off of selling it considering the quantities you produce it in. Chemically NaCl, just pop it in a jar and sell that stuff, make you rich. Enjoy the salt mine business idea!

Alex Faelan remembers the wars he, a Courlander, fought in for the Empire before the at-the-time Emperor turned his back on their plight against the Carnatians before then supporting their enemies when the Courlanders then looked elsewhere for salvation. Alex Faelan remembers Dwarven screams as they burned in alchemist's fire when Oren attacked the co Snow Elven & Dwarven fortress back in Vailor, the many crusades against heretics back in Athera and scars from battles that still litter his body, yet when more were being added on a regular basis from Carnatian raids, no help could be found within the Empire. Alex Faelan remembers Siegrad, Petrus and Aldersburg; he remembers Felsen and Riga; he remembers at long last a victory, a hope of being able to stay in his home, only to find the skirmish outside Kraken's Watch to have been a blood-soaked diversion as a small Imperial force garrisoned Riga. Alex Faelan remembers the Empire that turned their backs on the hundreds of war veterans that were forced to leave to the Dreadlands, where they still couldn't find sanctuary, 70 to 95 years old homeless as a result... He remembers why Courland will not fall silent.