on successful enablement to ataraxion ( canon is generation kill )

[whiskeytango]

So the sitrep is:

No fucking Sixta.
No fucking grooming standard.
Hardcore space drugs and shit.
No fucking Sixta.

Yeah, let's get the fuck on this spaceship thing. I'm gonna be Ray-Ray the Space Marine, and it's gonna be badass as shit.

One thing: let's bump that Ripped Fuel bottle count up from ten to like seventy. If I am going to do this, I am going to be lit up like a motherfucker the whole time.

Comments

[tarheel]

[ a wild hipster appears! ]

... y'know, you might actually be the first space Marine we got. Congratulations, I think.

[whiskeytango]

[ holy shit dude, that is some hair you got. sixta would fucking shit a brick over you. ]

If that makes me a fucking officer I quit right now.

[tarheel]

[ reason #1459 why chapel did not join the military: his hair. true story. ]

Probably makes you your own commanding officer? [ and a beautiful and unique space snowflake. ] I dunno, the chain of command never actually made all that much sense to me.

[whiskeytango]

[ ray gets that, except he almost didn't join because he's a tiny dude with a fucking mouth. then he did it anyway, because why the hell not. ]

Oh hell yes, I like the way you think. The United Army of Ray-Ray. [ chapel, this was not a good idea. js. ] Shit, homes, I can explain it to you.

When a money hungry bitch with really good fake tits and an ugly limpdick with a lot of money love each other very much, they make a Marine officer. He gets medals, I get shot at because they breed 'em retarded and beefy.

[chainsaw_teddy_bear]

Your kinda full of yourself, huh kid?

Couldn't help it

[virgin_maiden]

[Ugh. Uuuuuugh. Marines. Right.]

And yet from what I've been here, I doubt your little training... tactics are going to do you any good in this place.