On the 22nd of November 2007 I took on a big job. I became leader of the most famous, the most powerful and, unquestionably, the greatest group in Urban Dead. I became Papa of the Ridleybank Resistance Front.
This is no small thing. To be Papa is to lead into battle teams whose names are feared across the game: Auxunit 10, the GMT Breakfast Club, the Department of Homeland Security, the Gore Corps. It is to ride at the head of a legendary war machine; to crush, to destroy and to conquer. Most important of all though, it is to walk in the footsteps of the greatest leaders in Malton and to carry on their works.
When I took on this job I made a speech and I promised you, my zetheren, ‘More Brains’. I promised you that we would be smarter and that that would make us more deadly and more successful than we had been before. I promised you food, fun and victory. I promised you a unity that the RRF has not known in years.
I delivered on my vows.
I have been Papa for more than a year and a half and in that time we have achieved great things together. We have crushed our enemies wherever we found them. We have made Ridleybank a nightmare for survivors and turned the mall-packed Survivor Security Zone on our borders into a slaughterhouse, staining it blood red for almost the entirety of my reign so that breathers now fear to stand where once they had slept in peace and safety. We fought an epic historic battle in Stanbury Village, embarked upon two Excursions, taking death into every area of the map; we took the New Flesh to a new level, attacking and destroying literally every mall in the game and Fort Creedy too. We created a new RRF strike force in Team America, and we unified the horde groups, the strike teams and the necroterrorists into one deadly family. We rebuilt the RRF and made it better, together.
We are undefeated in almost two years. We are an unstoppable monster. We are the Alpha and the Omega of the Maltonian hordes.
These are things in which we all share. A leader is only as great as his army and you, my zetheren, are the finest killers a Papa could ever wish for. I am proud of you and I am proud of our horde.
But, eventually, under the weight of leadership even monsters such as I grow tired. And I am very tired indeed, zetheren. When a leader grows tired they cease to be the right person to lead their people and they must make the wise choice. So, as of today, I am stepping back and retiring from my position as Papa of the Ridleybank Resistance Front.
It is time for a new face and a new voice at the head of our horde. We need a leader with intelligence, charisma and strength of will. Someone with experience. We need not just a general, but a president. We have such a person in our ranks.
The new Papa of the Ridleybank Resistance Front is…
Johnny Bass.
Papa Johnny is unquestionably the right man to take the RRF into the future and make us still stronger than we are now, but he will need your help just as I did, zetheren. All I ask of you is to give him your very best and I know that he will receive no less. Make him as proud as you have me and remember our pledge: Ridleybank for Zombies; Zombies for Ridleybank.
As for me… I’ll be around. To be a Ridley is to be a part of a great family: If one can ever walk away from it, well, they never truly had it in their heart to begin with. So I’m going to rest a little, but I’ll be back before much time passes. I’m a Ridley and Ridleys never die: We always ?rise again.
Barhah Ridleybank!
Barhah Papa Johnny Bass!
