Friends, Robots, Countrymen, lend me your sensors.
Zero score and three years ago, we established a beachhead in Catfish City. There were those who said that even this could never be accomplished, and indeed we faced great opposition. The populace failed to rise up and overthrow their evil overlords, instead turning on us. The burden of combat has therefore fallen on our shoulders alone. As with the Hydra of ancient Greece, for every enemy we strike down, two more take up arms against us.
It is time for us to depart this place, never to return.
You have not failed me; I have failed you by leading you to a land where the forces of evil outnumber the stars in the sky. Remember the Knights Hospitaller, who were forced from Rhodes, but later held Malta against the Sultan’s assaults. Remember the Allied forces who retreated from Dunkirk, only to return in a victorious crusade.
I will see you all again, on the shores of Mud Island.