[BFC] BLUNT FORCE COMPANY
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Created: 2015-03-02
Rank
50
Score
14,406,224
Skill
584
K/D
1.820
Time
5734h 55m
BLUNT FORCE COMPANY is a combat ready, air and ground unit.
Here are some basic rules that everyone must abide by and that includes formation and administration.
1. At least 6 hours a week game time on pick up games with I or administration. I evaluate constantly. This is an elite platoon so the practice must remain consistent.
2. No cheating or glitching. Play it straight, no second chances; every player is representing this platoon every time they play, clan battle or not.
3. No Racism of race, creed, religion, color or lifestyle; no harassment of any kind whatsoever; any member caught violating the code of conduct above in regards to harassment or racism and or prejudice will be kicked from the platoon.
4. You will follow your squad leader's orders TO THE LETTER!
5. Respect each other and administer common courtesy.
If you can form up on all of the above, you will be welcomed with open arms.
"I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M16 and my father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm, and I can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea, I travel the globe, festering on every threat to me and my kind everywhere I go for, the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie. I’m a grunt. I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept wolf away from the door. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th Day, when God rested, we overran His perimeter, stole the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God."
U.S.M.C.
Here are some basic rules that everyone must abide by and that includes formation and administration.
1. At least 6 hours a week game time on pick up games with I or administration. I evaluate constantly. This is an elite platoon so the practice must remain consistent.
2. No cheating or glitching. Play it straight, no second chances; every player is representing this platoon every time they play, clan battle or not.
3. No Racism of race, creed, religion, color or lifestyle; no harassment of any kind whatsoever; any member caught violating the code of conduct above in regards to harassment or racism and or prejudice will be kicked from the platoon.
4. You will follow your squad leader's orders TO THE LETTER!
5. Respect each other and administer common courtesy.
If you can form up on all of the above, you will be welcomed with open arms.
"I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M16 and my father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm, and I can shoot a round through a flea’s ass at 300 meters. I am a rough looking, roving soldier of the sea. I am cocky, self-centered, overbearing, and do not know the meaning of fear, for I am fear itself. I am a green amphibious monster, made of blood and guts, who arose from the sea, I travel the globe, festering on every threat to me and my kind everywhere I go for, the love of Mom, Chevrolet, baseball, and apple pie. I’m a grunt. I’m the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that’s kept wolf away from the door. We stole the eagle from the Air Force, the rope from the Army, and the anchor from the Navy. And on the 7th Day, when God rested, we overran His perimeter, stole the globe, and we’ve been running the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, Marine by God."
U.S.M.C.