The G Boys

Ladies and Gentlemen, Fellow Warriors of the AUS^2 TANK COMMANDER UNIT.

Tonight, we gather not merely to celebrate victory but to honor unparalleled mastery in a domain that demands focus, endurance, and an unrelenting commitment to the solitary mission. It is with great pride that I present the Tank Commander of the Year Award to the one, the only, the indefatigable JAMEZEBOYY.

JAMEZEBOYY, you stand here tonight as a testament to the power of the individual—proof that greatness is not born from armies or alliances but forged in the quiet, unyielding determination of a solo soldier. While others may rely on reinforcements or call for backup, you have taken the path less traveled—the lone tank, rolling resolutely across the battlefield of self-discovery.

With only your own two hands on the controls, you’ve steered through countless campaigns. You’ve faced every obstacle head-on, armed with nothing but grit, imagination, and a relentless dedication to the art of going it alone. Like a tank operating behind enemy lines, you need no crew. You are the captain, the gunner, the driver, and the mechanic, seamlessly coordinating every role with unparalleled precision.

You have shown us all what it truly means to embrace the solo mission. When the world is quiet and the lights are dim, you climb aboard that tank, ready to navigate the trenches of tension, the bunkers of boredom, and the minefields of monotony—all by yourself. You are a one-person battalion, proving that self-reliance is not a weakness but a badge of honor.

Your victories are private, your battles fought in solitude, and yet, the echoes of your achievements resonate far and wide. Each triumphant moment is a reminder that even when you stand alone, you stand tall (NOT) —and most importantly, you finish strong (INTO THE PILLOW).

JAMEZEBOYY, this award is more than a trophy; it’s a salute to your discipline, creativity, and unwavering dedication to the solo struggle. You’ve turned isolation into innovation, proving that one man and one tank can change the game.

So tonight, we raise a glass not to a team or a crew but to the power of one. To you, JAMEZEBOYY, the lone commander, the solitary strategist, the undisputed champion of the self-conducted skirmish. May your engine never stall, your turret always turn true, and your tank forever roll forward into the next solo adventure.

Congratulations, JAMEZEBOYY. The battlefield may be quiet, but your victories will always roar.

[Thunderous applause erupts as JAMEZEBOYY ascends the stage.]