It’s time to say goodbye—for now. What once burned with the glorious spirit of Sufferlandria has slowly dimmed. The raw grit, the humor, the suffering-with-a-smile—it’s what made this place more than just training. It made it a Nation.
But that spirit feels lost. And without it, the ride just isn’t the same.
Should the day come when the true SUF soul returns—when the volcanoes erupt and the minions rally once more—I’ll be ready to clip in and return home.
Until then… I ride on.
Suffer well.
Long live the Nation.
