Our Father, who art RNGesus, Fickle be thy nature. Thy guide our shots, The crap rng cease, In our clan battles, guide our strikes. Give us our daily ammoracks, And forgive our disbelief, As we forgive enemy who set us on fire, And lead us not to be yoloed, But deliver us good hull down. For thine are the game mechanics, and the power, and the blame, For ever and ever In the name of the Rng, The wargaming , and The holy Daki. Amen.
TheFuulio:
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We do not know what our chances of survival are, so we fight as if they were zero. We do not know what we are facing, so we fight as if it was the dark gods themselves. No one will remember us now and we may never be buried, so we will build our own memorial here. No one might never know we existed, but the Enemy - the Enemy will know. The Enemy will remember. We will hurt it so badly that it will never forget us until the stars burn out and the earth vanquishes it at the end of time.