Salam, Peace, and Pew Pew to All!


So, I woke up this morning with a strange sensation in the air. Was it tranquility? Was it the scent of freshly brewed Arabian coffee? No. It was something even rarer in Eclesiar—peace. That’s right, folks. The Second BFTE - EPIC War is finally over.

After nearly a month of drama, memes, and mushroom clouds, we’ve come out alive, mostly intact, and marginally more sarcastic. And to celebrate this miraculous ceasefire, Saudi Arabia threw a little something called a Victory Parade. Naturally, I sprinted to City Hall to participate because, let’s be honest, I’m a national treasure and a proud war veteran (of the yelling and typing variety).


The parade was beautiful. Horses, tanks, camels in battle armor, okay, I might be exaggerating, but you get the idea. It ended with the grand unveiling of a monument. A towering tribute to the courage, stubbornness, and caffeine-fueled endurance of Saudi Arabia and her allies as we stood strong against foreign aggression.


As I stood there staring at the monument, I began to reflect on what just happened this past month.

It all began on May 12, 2025. My first major war in the world of Eclesiar. And what an explosive debut it was literally. The opening act of this war was the digital equivalent of flipping a chess board: nukes were launched by several countries faster than I could say “wait, what’s happening?”


And honestly, this whole thing started over what I personally consider to be a silly reason. One person’s ego went supernova, dragged half the world into a massive war, and when things didn’t go as planned… he rage quit. Mid-war. Leaving others to clean up the nuclear mess like disappointed babysitters.

Anyway, being new and underpowered, I worried I wouldn't be much use. My gears were basic. My damage was… laughable. My muscles were decorative. But still, I wanted to help.

So I did what I do best: write.

I paused my usual Nuradeen roleplay travelogues and started releasing fierce, flag-waving, camel-charging patriotic articles. This was my sword. My gun. My fiery kebab of resistance. I churned out nationalistic, flag-waving, camel-charging articles that made some people proud and others… deeply annoyed.

Some unsubscribed. Some even got upset in Eclesiar Discord. One article in particular triggered a meltdown of such magnitude, I genuinely felt proud. That’s how I knew my words were hitting where they needed to.


Despite the drama, I grew stronger. Not just in stats (though I did level up like a man possessed), but also in understanding the game, the mechanics and maybe even slightly more dangerous. I learned the art of war, the science of mechanics, and the value of strategy (and snacks during long battle phases).

But more importantly, I gained a new level of respect for others—especially our fiercest opponents.

A special shout-out to South Korea. You fought like legends, even when your allies ghosted you harder than a bad Tinder date. I genuinely respect your resolve, and I hope one day we fight beside each other instead of against. You deserve it.

And to Gregorovic, thank you for bringing this madness to a halt with that beautiful thing called “rational leadership”. Thank you for not dragging this war any further for the sake of someone else's pride parade. RESPECT!

So here we are. The nukes have cooled. The memes have calmed. And Saudi Arabia once again stands proud, victorious, united, and a little more chaotic than before. Finally, let this be a reminder to all, if you’re going to start a war because your ego bruised easily, at least have the courtesy to stick around and clean up your mess.

Here’s to peace. Here’s to growth. And here’s to the next ridiculous adventure.

Signed,
Nuradeen
Veteran of the Second BFTE-EPIC War | Patriot in Pen | Wielder of Words & Witty Remarks

P.S. Please give me back my old newspaper subscribers. I swear I’ll be nice... maybe.
P.P.S. If not, I’ll write more articles just to annoy you. Pew Pew.