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