Join the Army: A Pontic AAR

[russia almighty]

"Did everyone take their speed ?"

"AHH MOTHA LAND!" The slingers yelled in a fake Russia accent as they weakened the naked warriors with their 3rd century B.C glock's .



Ambro's and his boys busted down the gates and entered the crack den of Anatolia not knowing what to expect inside .

"Oh boy! Their all fried!" A Galatian warrior said mistaking the bodies for passed out crack addicts .



That Galatians advanced across the desert and the hoplite's followed . Wait ....**** I'm gonna kill that Indian but that's a whole other bunch of bullshit.



"God damn they just stand there looking at us ." A Galatian said .

"CHARGE!" The commander said .

Ambros put his game face on , whipped his spear out of hammer space and yelled like a madman as he charged into the cracked out psychopaths . Along the way he made great care along with everyone else to avoid the lead ridden bodies .

The battle for the crack den had begun .