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Bravo Squad is | Know, my child, that in the time of the great undying, Chaos reigned, the dead rose, and the living cried out for a beacon of light in the darkness. From this fog of anarchy emerged a handful of survivors who strode boldly forth and proclaimed to all that they would deliver order and justice through the muzzle of their assault rifles, with ultimate victory for all survivors who would band together and join with them, katanas in hand, to glory. And when the waves of laughter diminished, and the stomachs of survivors and zombies alike ceased aching with the strain of unbridled mirth, they rose to find these humorous visitors gone and proclaimed "Ok, now what do we do?". And with those humble beginnings, Bravo Squad emerged to sow the seeds of a different flavor of chaos in their homeland of [[Buttonville]]. | ||
==Home Turf== | |||
Bravo Squad is the ubersquad of [[The Randoms]]. All the other squads secretly wish they were Bravo, but they'll never admit it. The squad operates out of Bravo Sector (surprise surprise), which is in the NE corner of Buttonville. Bravo Squad is the cultural epicenter of [[The Randoms]], and is the source of all of the group culture and knowledge, stemming from the fact that [[The Mechel Museum]] is in Bravo Sector. As a result, [[The Mechel Museum]] is the most important building in Buttonville, if not in all of Malton. Oh, and there are other buildings as well, like Brazey NT, Fort NT, 2 Factories, and Ranson Police Department. So, yeah, we got it all, baby. | |||
==History of Bravo and it's squad leader== | ==History of Bravo and it's squad leader== | ||
In the beginning, there was a man. A man with a vision...and a kitty. This man was known as Ruan. Around him formed an undifferentiated mass which, in time, became known as "Bravo". Eventually, the kitty consumed the vision entirely, and his attention rose to a higher plane, leaving command of Bravo Squad to some young punk. GPunk, to be precise. Under his command, the squad experienced a time that historians now call "the cleansing", but we do not speak of that time. Eventually, the GPunk faded into the background of the tapestry of life and a new leader emerged and proclaimed himself Mark15! In so doing, he left forever unanswered the question of Marks 1-14 as a imponderable for Philosophers. Eventually, despite his greatness, Mark15 likewise was consumed by the mundane. From the ashes arose a new leader, grasping the mantle of authority in his cheezy grip, he looked forth upon the landscape and proclaimed "Now that I've changed I'm exactly the same!" But nobody hears because the cheers were too loud. That man. That Icon. That symbol of all that you hope for. The One. The Unknowable. The Unthinkable. The Protracted. '''[http://www.urbandead.com/profile.cgi?id=830917 ANGRY HAMISH]'''! | |||
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| Abbreviation: | None, we are too awesome to have one. |
| Group Numbers: | 11 |
| Leadership: | Major Angry Hamish |
| Goals: | Bringing Malton it's daily dose of WTF! |
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| Contact: | Post any comments and join requests on our Forum [1]. We're always up for a chat in our IRC, currently atabyte.irc.org, #randoms |
Mythos
Know, my child, that in the time of the great undying, Chaos reigned, the dead rose, and the living cried out for a beacon of light in the darkness. From this fog of anarchy emerged a handful of survivors who strode boldly forth and proclaimed to all that they would deliver order and justice through the muzzle of their assault rifles, with ultimate victory for all survivors who would band together and join with them, katanas in hand, to glory. And when the waves of laughter diminished, and the stomachs of survivors and zombies alike ceased aching with the strain of unbridled mirth, they rose to find these humorous visitors gone and proclaimed "Ok, now what do we do?". And with those humble beginnings, Bravo Squad emerged to sow the seeds of a different flavor of chaos in their homeland of Buttonville.
Home Turf
Bravo Squad is the ubersquad of The Randoms. All the other squads secretly wish they were Bravo, but they'll never admit it. The squad operates out of Bravo Sector (surprise surprise), which is in the NE corner of Buttonville. Bravo Squad is the cultural epicenter of The Randoms, and is the source of all of the group culture and knowledge, stemming from the fact that The Mechel Museum is in Bravo Sector. As a result, The Mechel Museum is the most important building in Buttonville, if not in all of Malton. Oh, and there are other buildings as well, like Brazey NT, Fort NT, 2 Factories, and Ranson Police Department. So, yeah, we got it all, baby.
History of Bravo and it's squad leader
In the beginning, there was a man. A man with a vision...and a kitty. This man was known as Ruan. Around him formed an undifferentiated mass which, in time, became known as "Bravo". Eventually, the kitty consumed the vision entirely, and his attention rose to a higher plane, leaving command of Bravo Squad to some young punk. GPunk, to be precise. Under his command, the squad experienced a time that historians now call "the cleansing", but we do not speak of that time. Eventually, the GPunk faded into the background of the tapestry of life and a new leader emerged and proclaimed himself Mark15! In so doing, he left forever unanswered the question of Marks 1-14 as a imponderable for Philosophers. Eventually, despite his greatness, Mark15 likewise was consumed by the mundane. From the ashes arose a new leader, grasping the mantle of authority in his cheezy grip, he looked forth upon the landscape and proclaimed "Now that I've changed I'm exactly the same!" But nobody hears because the cheers were too loud. That man. That Icon. That symbol of all that you hope for. The One. The Unknowable. The Unthinkable. The Protracted. ANGRY HAMISH!
