Oh! Koorb! How you would move your orcs!
How they would proclaim acclamations to you!
Your movements on the screen were too fast to tell.
Your archers even made commandments to bend their bow farther than the eye has hitherto seen.
You are the best, and most amazing player that ever gushed the enemies bowels into, as it were, a folly of corpses.
I would pronounce to you that you are sorely missed; and your person, which expedited gracious feelings, and your appetite for the welcoming of all patrons to your company, all conglomerate to entertain the possibility of seeing, or catching a glimpse of your amazing person yet again; yet another time!
I welcome the possibility that you, again, make contact -- that your whereabouts are not distinguished with question, or disregard for such an amazing person as you are!
You are missed with such strenuous voice, and with such striking emptiness, that the very call of all the players of 'war2' certainly beckons your arrival again; that your person is not dismissed, but remembered in the glorious aspect of all that your coming digests within the moments you are present in our games or lobbies.
I have heard that you find it hard in New Zealand at times; and my prayers do not cease to make forceful love into the glorious return of your person in great success throughout the world; haply, in the love of Jesus Christ.
Seriously, you are SORELY MISSED.