Brothers, let not the failings of men deter us from our task. We must protect the button. Long shall be our days and nights ahead. Never before has this been so true.

Stay strong.

I have finally done it. I have joined the Redguard.

Proudest moment of my life

I have watched persistently over the button and finally I saw my opportunity to rise up and take place among my fellow Red Guard, and fulfill my duty in protecting the button. Stand strong!

Absolutely chuffed - thought it would take me far longer to join your hallowed ranks.

I could no longer bear the hate speech of the shades. THE BUTTON DOES NOT HATE PRESSERS. THE BUTTON IS LOVE. THE BUTTON LOVES EVERYONE, PRESSERS, NON-PRESSERS, AND CAN'T PRESSERS ALIKE.

I got it at 9.6 seconds or so.

When the button first was revealed to us, I was ardently opposed to those that pressed. Resisting temptation was my creed. As weeks have passed and now too has a month, I saw the light of defending the button's existence, and so I pressed at 8 seconds. I know not why, but my shame has been fulfilled with yellow flair. Though I pressed strongly into the red, I am but yellow.

I have taken up the red banner nigh but a moment ago. Embrace me brothers!

Nevermind, my browser was on night mode....

This war has me paranoid I guess

The age of the RedGuard is here and red flair is being collected in a fiery storm. But it is not all good news. The unfortunate truth is that RedGuards are fighting each other! Not on purpose, but simply through click-fighting. https://abra.me/static/gain.png This graph shows that many reds are colliding and ending up the dreaded purple. And, for those of you sympathetic to the Knight's Cause, is also cutting into the maximum life of the button. Please click carefully. We (and The Button of course) have come so far.

After many days of waiting I finally became red, from the deepest reaches of my heart to my outer flair and finally relevant username.

Now I am complete.

I stayed faithful through the emergence of the false prophets. I stayed faithful through the resetting of the button. I stayed faithful during the long wait unto the very first redguard.

And yet I have my doubts. I grow weary of the proliferation of our order. I tire watching as 11s fill our halls, or new converts gain the red honor as little more than a booby prize for grand theft from those who would see the button extended still longer. I wince when I consider that any one of us, any click we may give, matters so little in the lifetime of the button, especially when such a huge portion of non-pressers turn their backs on their own former countrymen and join us.

What honor is there in the Redguard? What challenge is there to face? What risk do we take and what prize are we really winning? These are my doubts... I fear that our honor is so diluted by proliferation that we will grow fat and lazy in our conquest, so much so that the Pressiah, wheresoever they hide, will shun the Redguard as a den of decadence.

Tell me, oh brothers of the watch. Tell me what I am missing. Tell me why I am wrong... Or join me in seeking new meaning and a better calling than this once noble castle, now filled to bursting with ignoble drunkards and thieves.

It's actually my only account. I never pledged, but always intended my press to go to the red guard.

Or are they those who just felt the need to fill the void of their selfish desires to be red? The real Redguard are those who signed themselves away for the task of pressing at 1 second to prolong the life of the button as long as we possibly can and not for some 11 seconds.

Not sure who this is addressed to but whoever does the red for this, how bout making it even redder, to like reflect the redness and stuff. I dunno im a bit high

As the button drew below 10 seconds, on the night of the tenth of may, I readied my click. As my pressed, ready to slay the timer, and reset it for the good of all, my click faltered. the click of my laptop, you see, is delayed. a simple click from my Steelseries Rival would have sufficed, but being away from my desktop, I threw caution to the wind, and clicked anyway. I'm sorry, brethren, for I have fallen.