CC Shouts from the Room of Echoes
Posted: January 16th, 2008, 10:32 pmI sit here in the stark empty room that resembles something like the local punch factory cells. (cop shop cells) I beckon out loud to my fellow Farcry chapter warriors, but alas I hear no sound return from afar. I look at the four walls, the pictures of previous fame have all gone, the room white washed of memories, or it appears. This is the new start that is bestowed upon some. CC will again poke at his old 3.2ghz overheating DDR400 12ms LCD infused shit fighter. With his tired old deteriorating eyes, he will once again try to carve the {DS} tags into the backs of hapless and homeless FC victims.
Every day on the FC battle field will be a scrim for the lonely FC {DS} warriors (the few of us that remain) we will fight with humility but with devastating strength and we will again adorn the tears of pride and admiration from the spectators and {DS} want a be's. Buxom floozie type women will throw themselves at us, the opposite is applicable to the opposite gender and the same for that who are that way inclined. People will adorn our names by tattooing or body etching. Babies will be named in our honour and our names will be put above those of Greek mythical warriors of legend tales. Banquets of mammoth proportions will be held in our honour every day. Splatter ladder will have be climbed and conquered and torn down, as it will have no further reason to exist unless to adorn our names as a shrine like testament or the new eleven commandments of our rule will more than likely be written.
As the plumes of dust that resembled that of a nuclear explosion settle, the carnage and destruction trail left behind due to our wrath of terror bestowed upon conquered foes and landscapes, our images will slowly appear. Our monolithic Herculean like appearances, the silhouettes of destruction of which dwarf that of any whimsical Excalibur type warriors will appear encrusted with white, bright, illuminating halos that will forever accompany our strides. We will never feel hungry, cold or not loved.
This is what life will be like for {DS} Farcry warriors.
For more information call 1300 {DS FFA} (Death Squad Fighting Fucking Army) or apply in the forums.
Every day on the FC battle field will be a scrim for the lonely FC {DS} warriors (the few of us that remain) we will fight with humility but with devastating strength and we will again adorn the tears of pride and admiration from the spectators and {DS} want a be's. Buxom floozie type women will throw themselves at us, the opposite is applicable to the opposite gender and the same for that who are that way inclined. People will adorn our names by tattooing or body etching. Babies will be named in our honour and our names will be put above those of Greek mythical warriors of legend tales. Banquets of mammoth proportions will be held in our honour every day. Splatter ladder will have be climbed and conquered and torn down, as it will have no further reason to exist unless to adorn our names as a shrine like testament or the new eleven commandments of our rule will more than likely be written.
As the plumes of dust that resembled that of a nuclear explosion settle, the carnage and destruction trail left behind due to our wrath of terror bestowed upon conquered foes and landscapes, our images will slowly appear. Our monolithic Herculean like appearances, the silhouettes of destruction of which dwarf that of any whimsical Excalibur type warriors will appear encrusted with white, bright, illuminating halos that will forever accompany our strides. We will never feel hungry, cold or not loved.
This is what life will be like for {DS} Farcry warriors.
For more information call 1300 {DS FFA} (Death Squad Fighting Fucking Army) or apply in the forums.
