We will see, all we have seen in 55 so far is a lot of your dead troops/sailors and some very "funny" attacks. If that is what the Rim is about than its a good thing the Rim is not fighting each other and instead feeding us with BP, I would hate for you guys to feed each other all that easy BP.
I guess there is a reason why you guys are "barbarians"...lol
What I want to know is who is going to be the "smart" one and turn on each other first, unless you guys are that deluded to actually think you all can "win" together...lol Again not really helping your argument that the Rim is as Kumba-ya as possible...
Alliances attacking active players in our core remind me of a scene from Snatch, a great movie by the way...(Edited all the naughty words out)
Bullet Tooth Tony: So, you are obviously the big d**k. The men on the side of ya are your balls. Now there are two types of balls. There are big brave balls, and there are little mincey f****t balls.
Foo-Ls: These are your last words, so make them a prayer.
Bullet Tooth Tony: Now, d**ks have drive and clarity of vision, but they are not clever. They smell p***y and they want a piece of the action. And you thought you smelled some good old p***y, and have brought your two little mincey f****t balls along for a good old time. But you've got your parties muddled up. There's no p***y here, just a dose that'll make you wish you were born a woman. Like a prick, you are having second thoughts. You are shrinking, and your two little balls are shrinking with you. And the fact that you've got "Replica" written down the side of your guns...
[Zoom in on the side of Sol's gun, which indeed has "REPLICA" etched on the side; zoom out, as they sneak peeks at the sides of their guns]
Bullet Tooth Tony: And the fact that I've got "Desert Eagle point five O"...
[Withdraws his gun and puts it on the table]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Written down the side of mine...
[They look, zoom in on the side of his gun, which indeed has "DESERT EAGLE .50" etched on the side]
Bullet Tooth Tony: Should precipitate your balls into shrinking, along with your presence. Now... F**k off!