Post by Snake Eyes 88 USMC on Sept 6, 2007 20:21:08 GMT -8
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Suddenly the door burst off its hinges slamming across the room, splinters of the paneling fly like shrapnel.
The room immediately fills w/smoke and the flash bang lands in your lap.
A lone Tactical silhouetted figure enters the room holding a beer in one hand and a SMG in the other, rounds zip across the room, rounds rip through the air, rounds smash into your soon to be broken body.
You lay on the ground crying like a little baby as the figure stands above you crushing your finger tips w/the heel of his boots.....The Hour of Doom is at hand...it is the Beginning of the End....it is the Arrival of Snake Eyes 88 USMC!!!!
Hi my call sign is: is Snake Eyes 88 USMC
My real name is not a word but just a shriek of terror because thats all that came out of my mothers mouth when I was born.
I live in the fears of small children and start fires for a living.
I am the one with Master Plan that lead to the Founding of Oregon-Tactical, one of the Co-Founders of ORTAC, and Co-Founder of the the dreaded Filthy Few.
My motivations are and were to start something that breaks the mold and turns the heat up a notch for the big boys who want more than the average game of "WoodsBall", I always strive to keep everything I get into unique.
I follow the advice of my good buddy Charles Manson who once said:
"If you are going to do something do it well, and leave something witchy."
I Drink,Smoke, Curse, Spit, Fight, get Tattoos, Worship the Devil, Rob Graves, and sometimes I even play paint ball fairly.
If you are in my area and need something burned, someones legs broken or just want to have a good fuckin' war I'll always be happy to accomodate.
Suddenly the door burst off its hinges slamming across the room, splinters of the paneling fly like shrapnel.
The room immediately fills w/smoke and the flash bang lands in your lap.
A lone Tactical silhouetted figure enters the room holding a beer in one hand and a SMG in the other, rounds zip across the room, rounds rip through the air, rounds smash into your soon to be broken body.
You lay on the ground crying like a little baby as the figure stands above you crushing your finger tips w/the heel of his boots.....The Hour of Doom is at hand...it is the Beginning of the End....it is the Arrival of Snake Eyes 88 USMC!!!!
Hi my call sign is: is Snake Eyes 88 USMC
My real name is not a word but just a shriek of terror because thats all that came out of my mothers mouth when I was born.
I live in the fears of small children and start fires for a living.
I am the one with Master Plan that lead to the Founding of Oregon-Tactical, one of the Co-Founders of ORTAC, and Co-Founder of the the dreaded Filthy Few.
My motivations are and were to start something that breaks the mold and turns the heat up a notch for the big boys who want more than the average game of "WoodsBall", I always strive to keep everything I get into unique.
I follow the advice of my good buddy Charles Manson who once said:
"If you are going to do something do it well, and leave something witchy."
I Drink,Smoke, Curse, Spit, Fight, get Tattoos, Worship the Devil, Rob Graves, and sometimes I even play paint ball fairly.
If you are in my area and need something burned, someones legs broken or just want to have a good fuckin' war I'll always be happy to accomodate.