This is a desperate time for the LaCroixBoyz.
From the beginning, alliances have declined our refreshing, low-cal beverage in favor of something called X-Beer … Outraged, we met with these rowdy rulers and skeptically tried their mysterious brew. We began to feel strange but…good. Really good. The night became a blur of hydroponic junk food, battleship joyrides, reckless land reclamations…
The next morning we awoke in excruciating pain, made worse by the blinding Light coming from our neighbors. We pleaded with them, but they insisted their Squadron needed to run maneuvers.
We have no choice. Our very survival is at stake. If we are to make it through this hangover, we need to shut off the Light.
LaCroixBoyz and X-Beer declare war on Squadron of Light.