The individuals gathered here represent a select breed who, in their madness, value challenge and skill over victory. Moreover, this platoon serves as a vessel which binds the distinct musk of our elusive flavor as it manifests among the crucible of fiery shit that is Battlefield 4 and the nigh-unbearable denizens therein. It serves as a beacon, a sacredly profane point of light; guiding those who would otherwise drift aimlessly through the aether towards the indispensable sound of trifling idiom and frivolous soliloquy. It is a haven for those who reject the meta, those who could equip the latest flavor-of-the-patch shitter weapons and achieve instant success, but choose not to. These are the invaluable, insatiable, performance-minded individuals who have been to the top and found the view unsatisfying. They know our madness. Undoubtedly, an invitation to walk among us is simultaneously the highest honor and gravest insult.

Hostile Syndicate was originally formed in 2008, and has not participated in active competition since Bad Company 2, as no Battlefield title since has been fit for organized competitive play in the mind of any discerning competitive player.

(As always, Hostile Syndicate is Atreides tested, Reverend Mother approved.)