My friends, I like Mount and Blade.

My friends, it has often been said that I like Warband.

No, friends, I LOVE Warband.

I love cutting down bandits.

I love flanking maneuvers.

I love sieges, I love charges, I love mopping up the enemy as I ride down fleeing enemies with my cavalry.

Battles across prairies, in streets, in grasslands, in frozen tundras, through deserts, on mountains, in rivers, I love every act of war that can occur upon this land.

I love tearing the enemy to smithereens with Archer and crossbow volleys that block out the sun before they can even REACH my infantry wall.

My heart LEAPS with JOY when an enemy is impaled on my cavalry's Lance. And there is NOTHING like watching as my knights cut down the enemy with a Heavy Bastard Sword. And the SCREAMING that comes from a cavalry man as he tries to crawl out from under his slain horse only to to chopped to bits by a wrathful Infantryman.

It is such a moving feeling to watch swordsmen bravely charge into the enemy knowing they will surely die before the battle is over.

It moves me deep within my heart to watch a fresh recruit stabbing over and over into the bloated chest of a long dead enemy.

The sight of watching deserters being strung up from the galleys is an undeniable pleasure.

And there is nothing more arousing than the sound of villagers being cut down by my men.

When those same pitiful villagers attempt to protect their homes and families armed only with improvised weapons going to be cut down and the survivors made to watch as their beloved village goes up in flames.

I'm in ecstasy.

I love it when my forces are cut down by a Swadian charge. It's indescribably horrifying to watch as villages, castles, and cities, THAT WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DEFENDED AT ALL COSTS, being laid to waste, their women and children being raped and killed.

I love to be crushed under the heel of Nord Huscarls. The humiliation as I watch, dumbfounded, my men critically injured begging for their lives only to be ripped to pieces by Savage Nordic infantry. The INDIGNITY as I am taken prisoner, my hands and feet bound. The incessant pain as I am tied to a horse and dragged across the landscape, the ground scraping the flesh from my bones. The laughs and jeers of my captors, their kicks and slaps and spit.

The SHAME as I am freed from those captors and return to my king to inform him of my defeat.

The adrenaline as I gather my forces to go do it all over again.

Gentlemen, all I ask for is Bannerlord. A game so grande as to make it's fandom tremble. Gentlemen, I ask you as my fellow brothers in arms, what is it you really want?

Do you wish for Bannerlord as I do?

Submitted December 28, 2018 at 07:43PM by Skinny_Boy_Blues http://bit.ly/2GV6Bua