Fucking your fancy colors since '83

     The rain pounds the muddied enbankments over these lands. A flame shower strikes down through the shrouded night denying darkness for another brief moment of brilliance. All is quiet save the soft sputter of droplets across a flat stretch of land between copses of thick evergreens. A thunderous eruption of sonic power from the gods above and a streak of stars from the heavens and a neigh is heard! Within moments of each other the mutated beasts of rebuke burst upon this world. Preluding only by a hail of anger from the dimensions and worlds above. Soft footsteps now, the cantering sound of dominance and severe awareness of superiority. Soft steps readying themselves for a new challenge.

     Boldly now the steps accelerate to a mad gallop, through which no man shall be left standing. On through the darkest of nights and the wildest of storms, the shadows spur past our heroes, interrupted only by the sky's lively objections. The thick scent of destruction resonantes here. The gallop continues. The storms a plenty. This is our home.

     Originally formed in the cold hearts of our disheveled enemies, we ingested a team called War Horses. Of the once prominent break dancing fools of wickedi, now discarded of fat and gristle, few original members from the '83 squad remain. A quarter of a century later this online multi-gaming organization has competed in such games as Left 4 Dead, Urban Terror, Team Fortress 2, Counter-Strike Source, Centipede, Minesweeper and Asteroids. With a fanbase easily numbered in the thousands, and members from almost every country in the known world, they are undoubtedly no longer that small group from Michigan, but a new evolved breed of epic proportions. The perfect mutation. A superior cell.

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1987 Arcade Wars Pacman champs
STA UrT Season 13 Frags champs
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Terror at Quake Expo 2008 champs
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