NOTE: THIS IS NOT HATE ABOUT THE GAME NOR ANY OTHER THINGS AROUND THE GAME, THIS IS ABOUT THE COMMUNITY. IM JUST SAYING THINGS THAT I HATE ABOUT THE COMMUNITY. SO IF YOU SEE THIS, PLEASE DONT BE A WHINING BITCH AND WHINE ABOUT THIS, THANK YOU!
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First of all, people hating sugary spire maybe because pizzelle is trans or smth. Like, bro wtf? These people arent mad when they anton and peppino kissing, but because of one ass person being trans, they hate the game. Like, if you want to get respected, then respect the people around you.
Second, we have the classic line:

women bad.

Like, bro thats just a female version of insert name. Are you guys rlly that mad just because of an gender swap person? I dont understand it.
Third, people saying: OmG piZZa tOWeR dIDnT wOn THis!!1!1! Like, ITS JUST AN COMPETITION THAT PEOPLE DONT FCKING CARE ABOUT. OK MAYBE A FEW PEOPLE, BUT FUCKINGS SAKE THAT ANNOYING.(idc if it was from the past, ill say it since these kinds of people piss me off, and people still complain abt it)
Fourth, people complaining that anton blast will come on console way faster than pizza tower. I dont need to explain it, but incase people doesnt know, i think even mcpig said that pizza tower only will be on steam. So we dont need to expect it any time sooner.
Fifth, pizza tower fans complaining that theres rule 34 of the game. Honestly, im not suprised there is, but im suprised that people COMPLAIN about it(saw few people once where they were mad). Ill say you something.
Where the genshin community mad about it? No. What about the honkai style rail one? No. And what about mario or sonic? Guess what, NO. Theyre dobt care abt it, but you guys take it way too serious. Like you guys scream and complain either about that you guys see nudity about peppina or noise-chan. LIKE BRO, ALMOST EVERY POPULAR GAME OR ANIME HAS RULE 34. so dont be a fucking whining bitch and complain abt it. It happened, and its canon to our timeline.
Sitxh, we have people that complain about people hating pizza tower. Like bro, aint no way you hating on people that hate an pizza game💀💀. The fact that there are still kinds of these people want to question my sanity. Stop doing it, its not cool neither necessary.
Seventh, we have people that say yet another classic line:

wheres update?

MF, THEY NEED A BREAK, THEY CANT RELEASE WEEKLY UPDATES LIKE THESE MF MOBILE GAMES. JUST LET THEM BE, WHO KNOWS, MAYBE A NEW CHARACTER. AND IF YOU NEED TO PLAY AS AN NEW CHARACTER, JUST DOWNLOAD AN MOD, ITS THAT EASY.
Eight, we have people that are mad about not creative ocs.

just let these people do their oc, is it that fucking hard to leave them alone?

I will do an oc and it will be a mfcking eevee with clothes. AN EEVEE WITH MFCKING CLOTHES. Look, if you see these posts, just dont complain abt it, ik most of you hate it, and i get it, BUT LEAVE THEM ALONE.
Soooo uhhhhh, i think this will be pretty much it. Feel free to hate me, but these are my reasons. And like i said.. Just dont be a whining bitch, thank you.

Our last Task Force was overly inactive. So the majority of players where ready to make a new one. For now I want to have 25 Members for my Task Force, because 50 members is a hard number to reach. We also set a low requirement for now, because I don't want to force players to play daily. Later on I could think of rising the minimum attacks per week but for now, we just get some points, recruit some players and you get your resources slow and steady without any pressure. But a little bit of activity would be nice anyway. ^{^} Anyone is welcome and if you have any questions (except promotion questions of course) I'm also ready to help by giving some tips and tricks. And if you don't make a big impact at operations, don't worry, every attack counts and you can learn from your attacks. Nobody is judging you. 😁 Would be awesome if we get some new members and for now I'm heading back towards Boom Beach. Cya later 🤗

Hi Reddit! I found this at a local thrift shop. I assume this is a shirt from 2003 ish (tag), am I right? Couln't find a similar one with blue name and red bandlogo as backprint. The bottom has a "modern seam" and the arms are single stitch.
More information is highly appreciated.

(Photo taken of one of the many Hallett cattle drives, circa 1881)
July 1, 1876
I dreamt of Nathaniel Hallett’s murder the night before it came to pass. In a vision it came to me how he would leave this world. I was striding atop a crimson steed, though it’s mane was not natural; it was in fact the blood of hundreds of Idaha warriors which stained the horse’s hide. My clothes were pure white though, my hair jet black and a sword made of the purest steel was within my hands. I saw a valley, stretching out for what felt like eternity and Hallett was in the middle of his cattle commanding his workers to fire cannons upon the enemy. The warriors stood their ground, the forest seemingly protecting them from harm.
Then it was that I found myself standing with the Idaha, words that were not mine leaving my lips. A curse I spoke upon Hallett and his kin.
whatsoever land you deem to belong to you will forever be haunted by our blood
the one thing you trust will be your undoing! Look now they shall turn on you in your finest hour!
As the words finished being uttered I saw a storm begin to form and the cattle became spooked. Nathaniel fell from his horse, only soon to find himself being trampled upon.
It was the sound of his skull being crushed by the strong hoofbeats that woke me from the sleep.
I confided in Thomas my premonition and he sent word to the frontlines of the mountain.
For weeks now Hallett and his crews have tirelessly pushed through the forest, cutting down the woodland, killing the natives. The warriors have held their ground, warning a coming day of judgment. Though I am not one to give way to superstitious behavior, I believed the explicit details of my dream would come to pass.
I insisted that I needed to ensure the message was sent to him by my own mouth. I felt certain if I gave the warning personally and he saw the fear and trepidation in my eyes, he would see the errors of the actions he had taken and leave the mountain.
But that did not come to pass.
Nathaniel did not listen to the warning, and charged against the warriors. He was adamant that the forest belonged to him. I rode there as fast as possible and witnessed him atop his horse riding to the Chieftess and my heart skipped a beat. This woman had the same garments on that I had worn myself in the dream. I knew immediately this had to be the same woman that had written me the warning of war that would come. She looked at me as she cut off Nathaniel’s head, her eyes fierce but also pitying me.
“I still seek an intermediate, there is a chance for this land to be saved. For your town to be saved. Send this message back to your patriarchs and become my mediator. A future forged free of bloodshed can only be seen if this man is the last to die on this field.”
I was the one to carry Nathaniel’s head back to his widow. It was terrible to bury it without his body, but the Idaha had taken it into the woods; muttering something of a ritual to their devils. How a body with no soul could be of use to them was beyond my comprehension.
July 10, 1876
Deborah wept for another week, even during the Independence Day festivities. Then she revealed another reason for her grief, she was pregnant with a child. And there were men that were all too eager to make sure the Hallett name was eradicated alongside his kinfolk.
We made a pact she and I, to hide the child and have her wed one of Thomas’ cousins. He was a drinker, an abuser, but such were the things that women had to do in order to preserve a name and a legacy.
The child will one day inherit more than that though if the Chieftess is to be believed. And there are those scheming for a different way to make the mountain theirs.
I overheard Thomas speaking with a railroad magnate named Ancaster who said that they could carve a tunnel to the northern edge of the mountain without even the Idaha being aware.
“But first,” he declared, “We will need to create a River.”