For those who stalk the starlit night looking for stacked lobbies and crack cocaine ,when the rest of tB has gone to slumber.

Feel free to fan the Wolf Pack to make the Moon grow larger.


Night One: Packs First Howl,

Alamo was wounded so we carried on without him. On our journey we meet with a larger black wolf and a smaller white wolf looking for the same thing we where, stacked lobbies and crack cocaine. We asked who they where, the black one said, “it does not matter my name, and my companion is my little under age sex bitch.” Rob and I decided to let them join us on our journey but kept a wary eye. For fear that they might be tricking us or worse a sudden urge of gay wolf sex, the worst kind of sex ever thought of. Our night capped off with our defense of our great country’s border where a mexi-pack named KACK attempted to stomp on our ground, they quickly retreated. Rob and I may have also found two more members to add to the wolf pack.

Night Two: Jedi Mind Tricks,

The three wolves where on the prowl again hunger for Colonel ranked blood (yes, we have become rabid). On our journey we meet with a much younger and drunker wolf that was very confused about what he was. This was apparent by his constant meowing throughout the hunt. After traveling through deep dark luscious forest we had finally found a clearing. Written on the wall’s of entrance was the claim of no rules that where established in this realm. We had found a Jedi training facility, where ten Jedi’s where abusing poor little Christmas trees. The wolf pack could not stand the abuse these poor trees in the forest where taking. Us three wolves joined by our meowing companion had to put an end to this. We left the woods to fight off the Jedi’s in the train stations of a metropolitan area. They were no match for four blood thirsty wolves, as we took claim to the top four spots on our way to victory. The next act of violence occurred on the borders of Caspian. We had marked all four territories as ours will our blue shaded scents of urine. Soon after, all four wolves experienced a sense of bland looking black where the view of Caspian once laid. A message appeared showing that we were banned from this area. In the end it looked like a rule was actually in place, even know the claim was that “no rules” where used in this region. That rule being do not use the Jedi's as rag dolls or you will be banned. As we all stared at the banned message we beau at the full light moon knowing we had accomplish what we had set forth to do, making Jedi’s feel like Padawan's.

Night Three: Battlefield Betrays the Pack,

As Rob, Alamo, and I continued our journey of dominance through the Battlefield forest sticking up for crippled Christmas trees and severely disables colonels something happened… The forest burned down and we looked around us only to realize that what we once loved and cherished was no longer available for us. With the Battlefield woodlands being unable to roam we had to do what we thought could never be done, enter the Call of Duty jungle. We had adapted all our skills and techniques to be perfectly equipped to the forest environment and thought we had lost our ability to survive in the jungles of CoD. Rob and I quickly realized what we considered to be a lost touch for the jungle was not gone but simply too easy to conquer. As for Alamo, well he does not like the jungle very much. As we had wondered if we had lost our way in the jungle terrain, we smelt the pine needles sprouting from across the way. Then something mysterious happened, something we had not encountered in quite some time. The site of Zombies, after a round of laser guns flashing we knew that this was not the place for us. We all howled at the moon in hope that it would shine a path back to those trees we had grown to love. A light shined beneath our paws guiding us back to our home, the forest of Battlefield.