will webster

Oh, Tom Clancy, how I loathe thine existence, for art thou the reason Siege was wrought upon this withering Earth. To thee, developers of Ubisoft, thou art worthless swine that hath brought nothing but shame unto this game. Changes that bring neither joy, nor use, nor pleasure to those who dare to partake, even for the briefest of moments. The humans with whom I share no kin, yet find myself ever in battle with, oh, how I despise thee. Thy brains lack yet an inkling of power, and thine fingers lack aim. With every fiber of my sad, sad being, ye truly bring shame upon our shared race. And to Azami, how thou hath fallen, my lady. Once reveered, now left to rot as an option never to be chosen, for Ubisoft’s cruelty knoweth no bounds toward thee. A fate which Wamai has sorrowfully succumbed to alike to you, for reasons beyond understanding, tearing down his reputation as a fearsome defender. Claymores that do nothing but aid the cowardly, those who cannot place their crosshairs and fire upon ye enemies. Caveiras who miraculously startle me without cease, yet never benefit the team I posses. Shots that dare not register, flying about, maggots scurrying to exploit, comrades deaf to callouts, rats incapable of comprehending even the simplest of site setups. Oh, how I loathe you, Siege.