Nice Servers....not Options

[guy]

lol, nice servers, im not kidding, very nice. im just wondering how you bastards manage to keep up with your upkeep on those clans. oh, wait...with yur weekly paychecks, i guess you could manage to keep your 5 servers running all yur mods, although i like the varying of the mods on yur different servers. anyway, i was wondering how you guys are doing on yur ladder, obviously realism on a count of your main servers (1 & 2) rune the fk mod, one of the mostrealistic out there. right, so id like to test yur skill sometime ill come by yur server as my username, Jew, thats right, you better be watchin Jew Killa...cuz ima whoop u up . Nice meeting yur clan, met cypher, oppression, very good, and skilled. ill be commin back....but i wonder could you last in a non-moded environment?

Jew


sheee daaa, u just got owned

[realdeal]

I can't wait to get your little jew boy ass in my sights....... watching you run around scared, shooting players on your own team, (very typical), as I peer around a corner, I lust the feeling of the cold steel in my hands from my BAR, as I caresse it while watching you through my sights, then I slowly move my finger onto the trigger and pull it 1/4 way, I think to myself as I control what few remaining seconds of life you have left, I wonder if you know? Know how in only a few short seconds, all you've lived for, all you've longed for, what little you've accomplished in your life, will all be for not. Because as I watch you through my sites, I control your destiny, your every last breath. My adrenalin is pumping, my breathing becomes heavy, I slowly apply more pressure on the trigger, oh the feeling of the trigger, my friend, as I watch you turn the corner, coming my way, and you have no idea what little life you have left. Then your head moves into my sights, almost like in slow motion, then I apply more pressure to the trigger, not too much, just enough to allow one bullet to flow through the barrel, at the same time you see me, but guess what? That's right, it's too late, it's over, your over. As the bullet enters your forehead, through your skull and exits through the rear of your head, skull and brain fragments are everywhere, you fall to your knees, like you're kneeling to your savior, you take your last breath, I hear your death rattle and stand over you, as you slump down to the ground, I take the butt of my weapon and smash your face in with it. I light a cigarette, standing over your lifeless body, grimacing, thinking how little you must of accomplished in your short life and how it's almost sad. I finish my cigarette, put it out on your face and walk away.