It is yours truly, National Retard II. I am a gentleman of excellent repute, and I ask for your confidence, my vaunted countrymen. The detractors have roamed these forums for too long, and I must speak my mind freely.
For far too long, little men of low birth and status have been winning in our halls of death. This tragedy is why I offered the idea of the swarmer, who would use his dashing and aggravated bees to cut down these young seven year old children. Huzzah!
Why stop there, my partners of prosperity? I supported more zombie upgrades and, as the young little squirts say, "buffs", to complicate this fine gentleman's game. Far too many kids have run around our fields and our lands, valuing such abstract concepts of "enjoyment", "fun", and "balance."
Furthermore, I have even forced the kids to wear silly beekeeper outfits. How stupid and pathetic these new players, looking like used rolls of toilet paper! I have used their own "buffs" against them, by "buffing" our precious swarmer.
As the months wear on, I say, to you good gentlemen, it is a mighty and glorious utopia we have achieved. Far too many brats had run riot 'round our fields and our lands. Gladdened in bliss I am, that I had contributed to removal of these plebeians from our gentlemen's game.
My good sirs, and m'lady
National Retard II, Esq. HonFRS
I have been made aware of new young whippersnappers' slang, a very short word used to communicate a mood of utter enjoyment. XD Did I do it right, my fellow sirs? :3