Last day of war

You know this is the last day of a war that has consumed our wills and efforts for the last 3 months...

Its been 90 days and 90 nights of pain and suffering, tears and joy, victories and defeats.. And, finnaly, it has come to an end.

Let them talk about it, let them say whatever they may want.. Its horseshit. They are full of it.

We won this war.

YES!

WE WON!

We surprise them with our mental strength, the accuracy of our attacks, the strategy needed for them to be the loosing party.

And we won.

My fellows, rise your kegs and cheer our name, head up high, our lungs filled with the smell of our sweat, the smoke of our cannons, and the pleasant aroma of their blood in our knifes and blades.. Let the seas hear our cry of war, fulfilling our thirst of blood.

Walk like winners, mates. Thats what we are.

Because we are the Sacred Order of Partymen. And we will party, no matter the price to pay, no matter how much blood shall be spilled, how many lifes we may take for our souls.. We are the Grimms, the reapers, the messengers of anihilation, the ones that will not sleep, rest or take cover untill either we win or die trying.

Sleep good, fellows. You've earned it.