Hold up.

Two things I, someday, would like to master.

Hate RAT? Relax, we're just another wargroup, like any other respectable group out there. Albeit that I'm not one to speak since I'm a bottom-feeder, I enjoy being spared the drama some HR's get into. Anyhow, come be conscripted into the Frostarian army, y'know, if it's your kind of thing. "http://www.roblox.com/Groups/group.aspx?gid=7013" Hey, look, as a determined RAT low-rank, I feel as though it is a significant duty of mine to advertise my main group. And, these building projects were pretty much just entries for a division in RAT.

Eh', just an old Imperial Robloxian Military fort. Nothing much to talk about it anymore. What has been, has been. It's been three, four years? I don't care, let the place rot. It was a decent fort, better than most of its peers back in the day. Evident of all my past, shattered dreams and ideas, none of which I'll ever get back. I have lost the innocent, ambitious sparkle of a child's eyes. I'm a changed man, now a man who'll never amount to anything again. Tearing flags from the walls, breaking down doors, locking other ones, and caging old memories. I give up, who am I kidding?