I think alot of us
have seen this coming with the lack of updates from the team, and the
fact that we have not had a decent media release since Janurary, but,
we have decided to close the doors of In Flanders Fields. The mod has
not made much progress over the whole of this year and we honestly
think it would be a waste of everyones time to keep the mod open and
keep up false hope when nothing to getting done on the development of
I know the community that we have left visiting the
forums and the site will be very disappointed with this news, and you
can be rest assured we tried our asses off to get some new blood for
the mod to keep it alive and to keep the wheels rolling on development
but it just never turned out that way, since the major staff loss in
January the mod has never recovered since then.
We thank the
community left for being so loyal through the slumps of the mod and
stayed on the forums posting even though it was looking very very grim,
with the lack of updates and so forth, we also thank former community
members who have posted throughout the mods life and been a part of the
community in the past but for various reasons no longer post on the
To current and former developers on the mod we
thank you for your efforts that you made on the mod, even if your work
may not see the light of day.
The forums and site will stay online, please feel free to hang around if you want to.
But as they say, this is curtains, Rest In piece Somme Valley / In Flanders Fields, we may come to resurrect you someday soon.
And of course, the poem we are named after create by John McCrae.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
- John McCrae