Dark, hot and humid. You can still smell burnt metal lingering from the red hot shell of the drop pod. You hold your BR tightly against your shoulder and watch your enemy, silently waiting for the sniper to engage. You hear the thud of the .50 as the Brute Chieftain falls to to the ground. Grunts rush your position, you pull the trigger and start bringing them down left-and-right. <br /><br />The world around you is pure chaos; you calmly go about doing the Lord's work.
Your role as a moderator enables you immediately ban this user from messaging (bypassing the report queue) if you select a punishment.
7 Day Ban
7 Day Ban
30 Day Ban
Permanent Ban
This site uses cookies to provide you with the best possible user experience. By clicking 'Accept', you agree to the policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
Accept
This site uses cookies to provide you with the best possible user experience. By continuing to use this site, you agree to the policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
close
Our policies have recently changed. By clicking 'Accept', you agree to the updated policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.
Accept
Our policies have recently changed. By continuing to use this site, you agree to the updated policies documented at Cookie Policy and Privacy Policy.