Behold the bringers of light.
The mother of all weapons..
We bear gifts: Nuke Warhead Preserved.
We sweep away your buildings like bamboo before a hurricane.
You find yourself at the end of your rope, general. And only now have you discovered that the end of that rope is on fire.
Let's rain some fire
Everything will go up in smoke
They will never forget
Captain Offline (22h)