Demon Warthogs, the CWL clan for the little guy

CWL spin tonight at 8pm EST. Get in now if you’re getting in.

Demon Warthogs (#82YLJ8QC) is the place to be if you're looking to participate in the new Clan War League in a fun, positive, Level 11 clan where teamwork and courtesy are top priorities.

Last CWL after a hard fought battle we placed second in Crystal II, moving us up to Crystal I for this season. We are expecting a more competitive field this time, and are looking for well-developed TH10s and higher, who can commit to all seven attacks, and have strong defensive bases.

We welcome players of all skills and levels, but only the 15 strongest will be in the active lineup for CWL. Everyone else will be placed on the extended roster to collect the passive medals.

We've been around a long time, and many of our players have been playing since before the "town hall outside" era. As a level 11 clan we enjoy full perks. We have active co-leaders who donate premium, high-level troops and provide friendly advice on improving your game. We do not have donation requirements, although players who donate troops are much more likely to be promoted.

We max clan games every time.

We operate a discord server for those who want an added level of communication, but discord is not required to join, or to war.

Rudeness or hostility toward others is strongly discouraged. Gaming should be a welcome distraction from the stresses of day to day life, not an unpleasant experience.

Bring your mini! Bring your friends! Leave your baggage behind!

Put "Forums from Vikings" in your join request if we are set to invite only for war.

Of course, we also do regular wars when Clan War League isn't active. Our war record isn't all that impressive, but we do have a long history of trying our best and having a great time. Win or lose, we put teamwork and respect first.

The sunlight on the garden
Hardens and grows cold
We cannot cage the minute
Within its nets of gold
When all is told
We cannot beg for pardon

Our freedom as free lances
Advances towards its end
The earth compels; upon it
Sonnets and birds descend
And soon, my friend
We shall have no time for dances.

The sky was good for flying
Defying the church bells
And every evil iron
Siren and what it tells:
The earth compels,
We are dying, Egypt, dying

And not expecting pardon,
Hardened in heart anew,
But glad to have sat under
Thunder and rain with you,
And grateful too
For sunlight on the garden.

-Louis MacNiece

One of my wishes is that those dark trees,
So old and firm they scarcely show the breeze,
Were not, as 'twere, the merest mask of gloom,
But stretched away unto the edge of doom.

I should not be withheld but that some day
Into their vastness I should steal away,
Fearless of ever finding open land,
Or highway where the slow wheel pours the sand.

I do not see why I should e'er turn back,
Or those should not set forth upon my track
To overtake me, who should miss me here
And long to know if still I held them dear.

They would not find me changed from him they knew—
Only more sure of all I thought was true.

-Robert Frost