After sufficiently pwning the jewqueerniggerfags of Vindi(who also sucked at pvp, btw, and always have until FTP came, so it like, doesn't matter what other guilds have done because, like, FTP has done more and stuff) FTP decided it would be best to rest their warlike ways, to now sow peace and unity amongst Druid and niggerfag. Truly, it was to be a time of great peace on Vindi.

 And so Byr or Bry, or whoever the fuck FTP's nation leader is, logged off for the night without baning any 10-man dwarf guilds or what have you(an occurrence the server noted eagerly as sign of a change in their usual schedule). It was resolved that tomorrow would be the day to announce their decision to the jewqueerbags and then finally a golden age would come.

But fate had in store a different, uh, fate for that most great of game servers. In the night a solitary figure could be seen pacing the FTP ToL. He wore the shadows well, and all that could be made out was the name that hovered above him...

"_{*Squiggly Chinese letters that I don't know how to make, with maybe a number or something*}"

That most heinous of comic book villain, CN, showed it's Asian face on that night that was to be so great. For in their EXTREMELY selective recruiting, in which FTP totally didn't just sub everyone that let them, a CN spy had somehow snuck into their midst and worse... He had gotten access to the nation leaders account!!

The CN spy went about his work, banishing the roster and inviting the waves upon waves of squiggly-line speaking comrades.

 FTP, heartbroken by this turn of events in the night, left the server. With their will shattered, they could do nothing to warn the queergrandmacarebears of the oncoming CN invasion.

Luckily the nations of vindi, having many veterans of the CN wars many years before, were quick to spot the subtle changes in FTP. For example, instead of saying English words in such a combination that it looked like another(albeit horribly designed) language, the FTP members where actually speaking another language. Another is that instead of 20 horribly written posts an hour about how great FTP is and how bad MoC sucked, it dropped to a staggering 5!

And so the niggerfags of vindi banded together, awaiting in their castles for news of the squiggly-lined foe approaching over the horizon. All across the land the people were tense, alert, stressed, bored, kinda tired, hungry, horny, and many other such emotions.

Or they found it hard to give a shit because those playing SB were only doing so because all the PvP mmorpgs hadn't released yet, so no one really gave a fuck if FTP or CN took over the server in the last five months of it's existence.