Having played this game for about half of my life this truly brings about the end of an era for me. From starting my journey as a lonedoge esque mute in the 13thNC with Hardy and Izatopia (the goat) to becoming a reg hopping squeaker dabbling in the centre company of every top tier regiment in the game, 66th, 17e, 92nd, 22nd, 88th, KKA (cheers for the palmares guys) and most significantly for me in Spy’s 47th 🫡:
I joined 45thN after Mitchell’s 10th merged and what a fortuitous decision that was, not namely because Mitchell and Henry were the worst fucking leaders of all time but because I stumbled upon a home, a place where I could be bullied for 4 hours straight and shit talked by squeakers like Jakob Achilles and Flo for literally no fucking reason and not really mind, I’ve also met friends for life, even meeting maskman and his fit pinoy friends for dinner and seeing his central london bachelor pad (he didn’t even roofie me).
As much as this community is toxic as fuck and retarded, it’s our toxic as fuck community and I’ll miss the enemies we’ve made, I’ll actually miss vegi and his latent homophobia, racism and antisemitism, I’ll miss Gi and the sweet dulcet tones of his Yorkshire daddy voice, but most of all I’ll miss 45th and all the wonderful people I’ve met there. Don’t be strangers bois I’m sure when the banners are called in future, many of us will come running from our retirement homes.