Our Father, who art in trendy pyjamas, hallowed be thy game. Thy World Fame as the greatest programmer ever come, thy programming be bug-free, on Earth as it is in Turkey. Give us this month our several-monthly update, and forgive us our bannable offences, as we ban those who commit bannable offences among us. And lead us not to RTS, but deliver us from EA Games, for thine is the swanky new office, the forum and the copyright, until such a time as it expires. BOOORCHAAA!!!!.

Æ, it is written that the 1.00 shall be delivered upon us in the coming months,
Æ, it isn't written that the multiplayer cometh, so thus we stop our requestings,
Æ, no spammers, nor banners, nor idiots shall vex you,
Æ, we bow down to You and Your trendy silk pyjamas.
Æ, indeed. Give to us this daily Blood, from some hapless peasant wandering across the plains of Heaven,
Æmen.