Outside my gates stood two signs. One featured the now infamous invitation to some kind of tribe thing, here given in spoilers to avoid the rage that surely accompanies it:
The second, something I can't quite explain, but am confident has some message behind it, also in spoilers as it could offend the sensibilities of some of the younger crowd here. NSFW if you're a petulant, swaddled babe:
I don't know why my base was destroyed as Paul won't return my SnapChats per the norm, but I can only assume the locking of topicless topics had something to do with it. So, thanks Potjeh, for indirectly wrecking my ****. For all the rest of the cool kids who lived around me, lock your doors and hide your kids. Seriously. Lock your gates. My closest neighbor was also hit and I don't think much will stop what should be known moving forward as the "Rage of the Paymaster" or its inevitable sequel, "the Rage of the Paymaster II: Tax Season."