=ST2= is Recruiting
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11 March 2008
New Members: Spinal and BioSin
So like ST2 totally went over to FNG and kicked their clubhouse door down and said. “Hey fuckwads we’re taking one of your members.”
Initially there was some confusion because they thought we meant members as in “johnsons” and there was a big communal pants unzipping. After we explained away the misunderstanding they were all like, “No fucking way!”
And we were all like, “WAY!”
The next thing I remember was waking up in intensive care and 3 weeks had passed but the doctors say no permanent brain damage, which is good. (Not that I care man, I’m so bad ass I eat glass for breakfast and I shave my balls with a lawnmower so bring on the brain damage you stupid medical professionals.)
Of course this is all second hand but apparently we threw Spinal into a sack and got away with him. My broken body was left for dead so I’m not really sure what to take away from the whole thing.
So then a few days later, after all the broken bones had healed and the emotional damage still weighed heavily on my mind, I was out Super Death Glide Boarding (SDBG) when I ran into BioSin. (SDBG is where you go up in a hang glider with a snowboard strapped to your feet and find a good rocky mountainside, throw a few grenades down to start a rock slide then jump out of your hang glider and ride the rock slide all the way down. Just another one of those “extreme sports”.)
Well I was at the bottom of my run when BioSin just fell out of the sky and landed right next to me. As it turns out he was Ultimate Disaster Sky Diving (UDSD is where you sky dive without a parachute). As it turns out we both love “extreme sports” and Bio wanted to join ST2. We immediately gave each other high fives and yelled, “Gnarly” then he dragged me behind his H2 the rest of the way down the mountain (I did it naked because it’s more “extreme” that way).
All of that ^ 100% true action/drama aside we’re real happy to welcome Spinal and BioSin to ST2. We all look forward to kicking some ass with y’all.
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7 March 2008
Fraturday Gaming - March 7th and 8th
Fraturday Night Gaming
Friday March 7th and Saturday March 8th @ 9pm EST
(8pm CST, 7pm MST, 6pm PST)
Now some people have told me I need to stop calling people names in these posts as it’s offensive and how exactly am I going to motivate someone to come and play when I call them a fucking douchebag loser. I told them the only way to know for sure was to ask all the fucking douchebag losers I send this out to. So? Fill me in you worthless FDL’s
As far as the gaming is going we’re getting the hang of this COD4 dedicated server. We’ve got a good rotation of maps and gametypes and all we need is you, fucker, to come and play in it.
The Particulars:
- COD4 Server IP
- 66.102.113.32
- Ventrilo Server
- vent.st2-clan.com:4334
FNG War Room
Saker may or may not have the FNG WarRoom up this weekend. If it is up count yourself lucky.
SPOTLIGHT
This is where we shine the spotlight on an FNG or ST2 member.
This week:
=ST2=Crow
The longest standing current member of ST2, Crow has seen a lot of shit in his day. A retired Army Ranger Crow likes to spend his time on his ranch relaxing and spending time with his family but there was one day where his family life took a grim turn
Crow was at home watching —Classified— when his daughter and a couple of her friends came into the house bawling and yelling. It turns out two fucking sex predators tried to force two of the girls into a van but thankfully the girls were able to fight them off. They got a good look at the two perpetrators, a description of the van and even some skin samples under their finger nails. Well that’s all Crow needs, he took the samples into his underground lair and fed all the data and DNA into his super crime computer.
Easy as pie it prints out an address not that far from where Crow lives. God damn if Crow isn’t in his Cherokee and half way down the driveway before the ink is dry on that paper. Oh man some one is going to get messed up. When he gets to the place he just crashes through the gate and flies up to the rather secluded farm house on the property. He knew he was in the right place because the van sat right there with the back doors wide open but no one inside.
It looked, from Crow’s trained eye, that there was a recent scuffle in the back of that Van, he was certain they had brought someone to this house. BANG, just then someone took a shot at him as he stood at the back of the van. The majority of the shot absorbed by the van door, Crow took a couple pellets in the leg. He jumped into the back of the van as another shot rung off the outside.
Quick as a cat Crow is in the driver seat of the van firing it up. Bam another shot blows out the side window. Crow gets caught by some glass but otherwise fine. He throws that motherfucking van in reverse and turns it’s ass end toward the farmhouse. Just as he’s about plow into the house he sees, through the back of the van, the guy with the shotgun in his hands, at least he saw him for a second before he disappeared under the rear of the vehicle. The next thing he saw through the rear of the van was, what used to be, a quaint farmhouse kitchen.
Crow hopped out and bent over to grab the fallen shotgun from the mostly-dead-man’s hands. As he knelt someone cold cocked him in the side of the head with the butt of a rifle and knocked him out cold.
To be continued…
Crow’s Theme song:
Pixies – Monkey Gone to Heaven
29 February 2008
Fraturday Gaming - February 29th and March 1st
Fraturday Night Gaming
Friday February 29th and Saturday March 1st @ 9pm EST
(8pm CST, 7pm MST, 6pm PST)
Call of Duty Four is so fucking awesome. How awesome is it you ask? About as awesome as an episode of Laverne and Shirley. Yeah I know, hard to wrap your mind around.
The Particulars:
- COD4 Server IP
- 66.102.113.32
- Ventrilo Server
- vent.st2-clan.com:4334
*FNG* War Room
This will probably come as news to Saker but he will be running his OGR server on UBI under the name *FNG*War Room. So check that shit out.
SPOTLIGHT
This is where we shine the spotlight on an FNG or ST2 member.
This week:
*FNG*Dedwisper
If you'll remember previously I tried to tell a story about Dedwisper but ran into some legal trouble. We'll Ded's Lawyer and I have come to an agreement on an acceptable, 100% true, story about Dedwisper
Well known about Dedwisper is that he is a prize winning arborist and tenured professor at the University of Michigan. In fact his name, which sounds pretty bad ass is actually an acronym of the title of his widely lauded book Dutch Elm Disease - Where It Starts, Prevention and Elm Remedies. A very popular book both in the academic arena as well as among the general tree loving public.
Not long after his book was published Dedwisper was asked by The International Society of Arboriculture to do a bunch of talks to interested groups all over the northern hemisphere. Something grim happened on one such trip.
He was speaking in Warsaw and he decided to bring his daughter on the trip (it was his weekend to have her) so she could see a bit of the world. He finished his obligations and had a couple days to spend with his Daughter sightseeing. They got some ice cream and walked through the sight of the Warsaw Ghetto. Then spent some time in Łazienki Park looking at the trees of course. Then finally they witnessed the violent murder of a shop owner.
See what happened was that Ded and his daughter were in a shop looking for souvenirs when these two men came into the shop and one of them was waving a gun and yelling in Polack. The thugs led everyone into a back room where the thugs yelled at the shop owner some more all the while the shop owner pleading. (Fuck I wish I spoke Polish so I could tell you what they were saying.)
Anyways what happened next was shocking: The thug with the gun shot the shop owner in mid sentence, right there in front of Ded and his daughter. Well Dedwisper leapt on the man like a fucking jungle cat, grabbing the mans hand holding the gun and wheeling him around Ded was able to squeeze a round off into the other thug, dropping him. He then slammed the guy he had a hold of into a wall, knocking the gun out of his hand. They both ended up on the ground wrestling with each other. How it ended up was Ded on top of the guy. Both of them with their hand at each others throats.
Well Dedwisper has the hands of a lumberjack so it was no contest. And they all lived happily ever after. Except for the three dead Poles in the back room of that shop. And probably their families but they're not American so who cares.
Ded's Theme Song:
Battles - Atlas
=ST2= | *FNG*22 February 2008
Fraturday Gaming - February 22nd and 23rd
COD4 Dedicated Server Inaugural Weekend
Friday February 22nd and Saturday February 23rd @ 9pm EST
(8pm CST, 7pm MST, 6pm PST)
Now that that fucking Ghost Recon game is gone and dead we can get to playing a real mans video game. Not that pussy shit the old timers play down at the VA hospital. Yeah yeah Grandpa in your day, when playing video games, you couldn't jump done off a 2ft high curb blah blah blah... Shut the fuck up geezer and go pick out the suit you are going to wear to your fucking funeral.
What I'm trying to say is that we've got a shiny new Call of Duty Four server up and running. Woogie has basically done everything in getting it set up while I have sat back and done nothing. A very satisfying nothing because at the end of my doing nothing I still have this sweet ass server to call home. Ahh the fruits of being a slack ass motherfucker just don't get any sweeter. Thank you Woogie.
The Particulars:
- Server IP
- 66.102.113.32
- Ventrilo Server
- vent.st2-clan.com:4334
*FNG* War Room
Apparently Primary Target hasn't shut the GR dedi down just yet but once it's been mothballed Saker will be running his OGR server on UBI under the name *FNG*War Room. So check either of those servers out to get your GR fix.
That is fucking it. See you there dimwit.
Fraturday Night Gaming theme song:
Twin Fangs - It Is:
=ST2=14 February 2008
Friday and Saturday Night Games - February 15th and 16th
*FNG* & =ST2=
present
*FNG*/=ST2= Dedicated Server Mother Fucking Blowout
Friday February 15th and Saturday February 16th @ 9pm EST
(8pm CST, 7pm MST, 6pm PST)
It's been a great place to have some wicked games but it had to end sometime so we're going to attempt to blow the server up from the inside vis a vis, what we hope to be, a 35 player Support kit and GL launching orgy!!! Don't worry, just because it's two special nights doesn't mean there won't be the usual compliment of verbal abuse combined with reasonless server bans and all around tom foolery. So here's the IP:66.102.113.187 come on out and have some really really OK games!!!!
SPOTLIGHT
This is where we shine the spotlight on an FNG or ST2 member.
This week:
*FNG*Strider
Strider was a photojournalist for 35 years. He is currently retired but there's one story he could never submit to his editors even though he really wanted to. He was off in some shithole taking pictures of the latest human crisis. You know pictures of people down trodden and desperate. Begging for food or for money, living in hovels, you can see in their eyes that they just want you to shoot them in the face and end their misery. I think it was Tampa. Anyways he got a call from his editor saying they were sending him to Indonesia to cover some political 'thing' (technical journalist lingo).
Strider fortuitously got bumped up to first class and lo and behold who was sitting in first class with him but all the female actors from Beverly Hills 90210. Well he had to ask, "Why were they going to Indonesia?" They told him that 90210 was huge in Indonesia and they were getting even bigger money to go there and promote the show. (Sounds plausible right?) Well anyways it was a long flight and the champagne was flowing and before you know it it's a first class orgy and Strider's the only guy around, aside from Shannon Doherty.
Not to get vulgar or anything but he fed it to those ladies like a real champ and he's got the photo's to prove it. Afterwards they had some dessert, cream pies all around, and went off to sleep. They woke up refreshed and relaxed in Jakarta and went their separate ways. And that's the story Strider could never ever tell.
I'm not really sure why he can't tell that story. He's got the proof. No wait I'm thinking of the time he killed a hooker in an Pakistani opium den. Yeah that's the story he could never ever tell. Shhhh.
Strider's Theme Song
In case it wasn't clear up above the *FNG*/=ST2= dedicated sever (66.102.113.187) will no longer exist in it's current form after this coming weekend:- Friday February 15th and Saturday February 16th at 9pm EST. So, you know, come out and send it off with a blast.
*FNG* | =ST2=Comment [1]