OK, so, Mr. Designated Driver here. Whole team's been recovering from yesterday's party. And the hangovers. And actually started doing their jobs, thank you assholes.
Name's Dave, last name a secret for my team's own safety from government agents who may be tracking us, ex-Army sniper, served in Iraq before getting rotated out and getting bogged down in this mess. Callsign is 'Basroil Two.' The whole team describes me as the resident 'stick in the mud.' Alternatively, they just call me a fun-killing jackass, but, hey, someone has to be the bad guy. Normally, my squad leader's on the ball and keeping things rolling, but he kind of gave in to the urge to have a little fun while Nightcrawler's away.
Anyways, my team's clearing some shit up, and putting out orders for junk food to get delivered. Not sure if grocery deliveries will come out this way, but, hey, worth finding out, right? Nightcrawler's too practical to be healthy, I swear to whatever-the-hell. MREs, MREs everywhere.
So, yeah. Nobody else cares about this kind of crap, but, I'm sort of the resident geek too. Blogging's not exactly a passion of mine, but, y'know what, Nightcrawler told us to update this periodically to try and get in touch with Hunter Squad and let them know we're lookin' for them, and also told us to sort of dig around. The organization had to go to ground a while ago, and we're really out of the loop on all the big names out there. The ones on the move, and the ones gearing up for a fight. Been browsing all your blogs, and lemme tell you, OCD is a bitch.
Spelling errors, you assholes. Fucking fix 'em. Don't give us more reasons to come after you guys.
Sorry, I pretty much specialized in vocabulary/spelling in high school. Walking Dictionary Syndrome, basically. When this is all over, I'll write a friggin' autobiography. Writing's always been a passion of mine, and it's difficult to keep rough drafts of anything when Mr. Stick friggin' wipes your god-damned hard drive every time the blinder stops working because of whatever-the-hell he does when he's in contact with electronics.
Personally, I don't buy the egghead's electromagnetism theory, but I ain't chalking it up to 'raw weirdness.' It's something else, I think. But, Nightcrawler's trying to focus almost exclusively on what he believes, and on what the eggheads say.
So yeah, observing blogs, and then ranting/updating here. Check and check.
In other news, Nightcrawler knows how to keep morale up. Working X-Box 360, and a copy of Fallout: New Vegas. Fuck yeah.
Basroil Two signing off. Need to go kick my squadmate in the nuts and hijack his seat on the couch.