Once upon a time in galaxy far far away, There was nice, rich and gentle Lord.
Beloved by his people and respected by his enemys.
He Ruled the galaxy well and made it a wonderfull prosperus place.

But one day, not long after the gentle lord had pointed out the flaws of the worthless game COD
to one of his adjutants, a terrible thing happened!
The lord recieved a note. It said that if the lord werent to emidietly proclaim COD
as the best game ever made a great war would occur.
A war so great that planets would fall into darkness and lasers would light up the skies
like a lightningstorm until all tv-sets were black and the citicens was forced to play monoply for the rest of eternity!

The note was signed "THE REBELS".

The gentle lord was outraged by this despicable act of terrorism.
He couldnt belive that one of his closest men had stod up against him.
He would never go out and say such terrible things about such a crappy game.

The cunning (and gentle) lord saw no other choise but to create an elite platoon,
So fearless and great that nothing could stand in it's way,
So terrible that even sith-lords would kneel at their feet,
So powerfull that mountains would shatter hand seas start to boil.

He called them THE STORM TROOPERS.



The mighty warriors were to roam the battlefields (3) and kill anything wich stod in their way,
Capture all flags and arm all M-coms. And so... They did.



And we still do, So join the greatest Battlefield 3 clan there is "Storm Troopers".
The only clan out there under the rule of a sithlord. Yours sincerely/// VADER