We are an older and eclectic mix of players that enjoy BF, like to win, but most of all, like to have fun.

- This is not a formal platoon with rigid structures or expectations. It is meant to be a method to get like minded players together.
- We are competitive but don't take ourselves too seriously. The only stat that really matters is the fun factor. If we do measure success, it is when the team wins, not what an individual's K/D or skill is.
- We have a sense of humor. If you can't handle having some chops busted or a little razzing, you probably shouldn't join (if you are in chat).
- We don't have any chat requirements. If you want to chat, great. If you don't want to chat, great.
- We don't have any play time/amount requirements.


The name of the platoon is a homage to the classic movie, "Animal House", which pretty much sums up the culture of our group.

Bluto: Hey! What's all this laying around stuff? Why are you all still laying around here for?
Stork: What the hell are we supposed to do, ya moron? We're all expelled. There's nothing to fight for anymore.
D-Day: Let it go. War's over, man. Wormer dropped the big one.
Bluto: What? Over? Did you say "over"? Nothing is over until we decide it is! Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor? Hell no!
Otter: Germans?
Boon: Forget it, he's rolling.
Bluto: And it ain't over now. 'Cause when the goin' gets tough...

Bluto: The tough get goin'! Who's with me? Let's go!

Bluto: What the fuck happened to the Delta I used to know? Where's the spirit? Where's the guts, huh? This could be the greatest night of our lives, but you're gonna let it be the worst. "Ooh, we're afraid to go with you Bluto, we might get in trouble." Well just kiss my ass from now on! Not me! I'm not gonna take this. Wormer, he's a dead man! Marmalard, dead! Niedermeyer...
Otter: Dead! Bluto's right. Psychotic... but absolutely right. We gotta take these bastards. Now we could do it with conventional weapons, but that could take years and cost millions of lives. No, I think we have to go all out. I think that this situation absolutely requires a really futile and stupid gesture be done on somebody's part!
Bluto: We're just the guys to do it.
D-Day: Yeah, I agree. Let's go get 'em.
Boon: Let's do it.
Bluto: "Let's do it"!