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I was once a mediocre mechwarrior hustlin' for a c-bill here, a c-bill there. I would win some, and lose some. I found that if I could see my target and shoot it, I could knock it out. Other days, I couldn't see my target and I couldn't shoot it. I felt like some days I was surrounded by static, as if there were parts of my life that were missing.
But then one day, ECM crept into my life, and asked me if I wanted to see beyond the piles of my wasted ammunition and I said Halleluiah! Hell yes! And ECM made it so:
It was as if the blinders were removed. I was a ghost! Not only could I see, but no one else could see me. There was a time when my streak missiles were impotent, but no longer! NO, now I could launch them with impunity! I was fast enough no one could catch me, and I need only turn a corner for them to leave them ignorant and numb.
I became part of a new fraternity: we call ourselves Brotherhood of Romulus, in honor of the Star Trek Gods as we could do things with our mech that no other mech should be able to do. The only people that could take us down were other members of the Brotherhood of Romulus, and they could only stop us if there were more of our brothers on the opposing team than our own. Now that's POWER! POWER to change the face of every battlefield! POWER to render entire mech types obsolete! POWER to drive away new mechwarriors who are uninitiated in our secret society.
Yes, mechwarriors of the world, this IS a truthful story! I am here to bare witness, and share the good word! ECM can cure your Hunchback, slay your Dragon, and awe your Awesome! Join the Brotherhood. You'll never see us, but we are behind you 100% of the way!
Can I get an Amen?
Signed,
Prophet of Romulus
Edited by Peiper, 22 February 2013 - 04:51 AM.
