Since I have already killed Mantracker(and his fucking horse!
) by sitting in the middle of a trail and eating a delicious Pop-tart, I have appointed myself Supreme Allied Commander Leader Boss of the new resistance to the heinous abuse inflicted upon us by our ZS Overlords... curse their names!
(Gandalf voice)THIS... WILL... NOT... STAND!
We now have to find a very cool and macho name that is somewhat similar to the "Wolverines" to rally the troops to, so that we can begin crushing the evil head of the ZS snake. I will leave that up to you.
I will, of course, be expecting to be supported with bags and bags of gold coins and Pop-tarts as befits a military commander of my status(um, I killed Mantracker), and I will be needing a support staff as well. Some Danish college girls dressed up as Princess Leia in slave costumes shall do nicely.
Here is a speech that I have been channeling directly from the spirit of Sir Winston Churchill that sums up how I feel...
"We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I will say: It is to wage war, by seahorse, landlubber, and Airsoft, with all our might and with all the strength that Lord Cthulu can give us; to wage poopy war against a monstrous ZS tyranny never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalog of human thought crime. That is our insurance policy from Geico. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard that Road movie with Viggo Mortenson may be."
Rise with me children, and fight to get your board back!!!!!!(and I need the gold)