This is my StA. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My StA is my best (and only) friend. It is my virtual life. I must master it as I must master my virtual ROBLOX life.
Without me, my StA is useless data. Without my StA, I am trash. I must fire my StA true. I must shoot more accurately with my cursor than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must spam my spacebar before he shoots me. I will...
My StA and I know that what counts in war is not the lasers we fire, the noise of our clicks, nor the times we die. We know that it is the hitmarkers that count. We will hit...
My StA is data, even as I, because it is my virtual life. Thus, I will learn it as a comrade, heh. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its scripts, its cursors and its GUI. I will keep my StA armed and ready, even as I am armed and ready in-game. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before Emperor Vaktus, I swear this creed. My StA and I are the defenders of my clan. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my virtual life.
So be it, until victory is Vaktovia's and there is no enemy, but Vaktory! |