The Ones, who die first, earn the most honor.

The blub...

The blub started to sail a few years ago. It was mighty and fun and it could bear anything that was thrown against it.
But those years have started to wear out on the blub, it started to crack and to crumble. The sails are starting to become old and aren't as bright and shiny as they where.
Even with those cracks the blub was still a very good looking blub, and FH decided to board this mighty blub. But there was danger on the horizon. A storm, a storm of sales, incoming with high speed.

It would bring more cracks into the blub. And although the blub went up and down with the waves of sales, it just couldn't coop with the ♥♥♥♥ storm that followed after the sales.
All the bugs, the creators of the blub tried to fix it with some planks but that brought back old scars hidden below the wooden frame of the blub.
Eventually the main mast of the couldn't handle all the pressure anymore and broke down along with the rudder. The blub, now without its mast, unable to control its bearings is heading directly for a reef closeby.
As wise men aboard the blub, FH has decided to abandon the blub before its too late and sinks with it.
We shall leave it in glory and with honor and settle down on the nearest island we can find. Sometimes playing around in the remnants of the old blub, but mainly...

Mainly looking out to the horizon, searching for that one small dot. Waiting for that dot to become bigger and come closer.
And eventually when its getting really close, that we all for those who want, those who decide to live on the island with us, board the new blub. The new blub that is called 'Mordhau'

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