Never allow these people in Dragoon Elite Private.
 

xombie_love
battlebitch
bewitched

ok I got a pm from battlebitch last night asking to join the dragoons, the answer is a big huge NO. Dont ever let any of those people join period.

Why, Whats up with them? jusy wandering....

Whats the story on them?

Bewitched is his fiance, xombie-Love is his future sister-in-law... and probably the same for battlebitch.

I think...

They're wanting to spy on your shit?

Okay, I'm adding them to this usergroup.

ok i wont

Done, let's now welcome our newest members! :)

You seem to forget that Jason carries an M-16...

thats nice to know.

Note to self: be nice to jason.

btw, whos jason?

Jason DeLong = SYG

Im Jason, and I am an expert with my M16.... and pretty good with a bowstaff too!

He got asked to join a bunch of gangs because he's pretty good with a bowstaff. Chicks like guys with skills.

indeed they do. hi jason! don't shoot me?

hell just get smith to run you over. Hes that damn good

Smith=drving godf

SMith messaged me on icq when i was asleep! Dammit, i missed SMith's message.

and it looks like somebody is a little drunk hehe

THIS IS MY RIFLE. There are many like it, but this one is mine. My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle, without me is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will....

My rifle and myself know that what counts in war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit....

My rifle is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its parts, its accessories, its sights and its barrel. I will ever guard it against the ravages of weather and damage. I will keep my rifle clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will....

Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but Peace!

A story: A man fires a rifle for many years; And he goes to war. And afterward he turns the rifle in at the armoury; And he believes he's finished with the rifle. But no matter what else he might do with his hands, love a woman, build a house, change his son's diaper; His hands still remember the rifle.