Through the fires of war and terror,
through the dust of bombs and injustice,
a team was to emerge from it's overwhelming hold of the land.
This team of honor, a team of none cheaters, a team who's purpose, of which they never doubted, was to fill the world of love and true gaming justice.
And victory shall light down on their battle- worn heads, thy teamwork was their only cheat.
And by their acts of selfcritic gaming, and the power of skill, they uncovered the true meaning of being good at Battlefield 3. And by their endavors it came to be well known.
"True Skill" is measured by teamwork, not by the might of the number of kills, neather is it measured by the number of irritating co-players or by the might of good battlelog stats.

And while the bullets once again crippled the sky, they lived once again to fight, to win,
and never to yield.