- Arran 'ADavidson9' Davidson
- Noah 'Boonie' Boon
- Daniel 'SnarlyDig It' Ross
- Josh 'Button' Button


The match was doomed from the get-go. The mandem spawned at Pecado and Noah had died relatively early on after a close encounter with a rifle. Button picked up a few kills and avenged Noah but was later killed because he is dumb.

It was now up to Arran and Daniel. The dynamic duo. After some close encounters the pair found themselves in the top 10. The circle was closing and it was a 2 v 2 v 1. Daniel secured the kills on the gentlemen behind the tractor and it was now a 2v1, the boys were destined to win. Arran took some heavy hits and failed to connect the 7.62 from his barrel to the last man's dome but sure enough SnarlyDig It closes the match with a tasty kar98 shot.


Noah: 0 kills
Arran: 2 kills
Josh: 3 kills
Daniel: 9 kills

A truly fantastic performance from Daniel.


The boys changed it up a bit and decided to go Military Base. The game was relatively quiet but the boys had secured a few kills along the way. Later on in the game the boys approached the beach where they found a few lurkers in addition to a team of 4 locked in a house. The dynamic duo (Arran and Daniel) layed down the suppressive fire necessary for Noah to secure 3 knock-outs. The boys were on a mission. Sadly Josh had been eliminated because he's ♥♥♥♥. Noah was promptly rushed by the last remaining member of the house. Noah died soon after due to his wounds. It was now a 2 on 2. Arran had put the fattest 7.62 bullet you had ever seen through one of the guys and rushed around to snipe his teammate who was reviving him. Arran retrieved 2 nearby crates equiping him with an AUG and M24. The boys were set out for a victory. The circle began to close and the dynamic duo found themselves in the top 10 yet again. After securing a few kills, Arran was downed. In a 2 on 2 situation, Daniel miraculously revives Arran and the boys go on to win the match after Daniel knocked one out and Arran had grenaded his buddy. The boys had done it. Back to back wins.


Noah: 7 kills
Arran: 8 kills
Josh: 2 kills
Daniel: 2 kills

Again a fantastic display of skill and teamwork from the boys. A shoutout to the dynamic duo for securing the win for a second game in a row. Well done boys.



The boys are on fire just now. We'll be keeping a close eye on them in the coming days where hopefully they will secure a third win in a row. Only time will tell though...

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Liberalism is essentially a cult of ♥♥♥♥♥♥ worship. I suspect it's mostly a sexual thing - liberals fantasize about being raped to death by a dozen or more black bucks. They wish it were possible to offer up their lives and bodies as reparations for slavery.

This extract was found in the first page of Nathan's Journal...

Another child died today Garfield. He was terrified. In that moment I wished I could merge with his fear and slip into a saccharine foreverscream. But this is my duty Garfield, have you stopped eating my lasagna? Have you ever looked in that pan? When was the last time you tasted what you were chewing? You shuffling, bumbling, crusty, dumb ♥♥♥♥ cat Garfield. If I pelted you with rocks who would hear the dumb screams? If I set myself on fire and smothered you who would die first? You're a tumor Garfield, but God made cancer, just like he made lasagna, except I made the lasagna. Does that make me more than a man? They call you a "bad cat" but they will never drink from the fat and rotten juices, they are unfit to be in the kingdom of Heaven and Hell Garfield. You are cut from the nape of the Earth, you little bitty cat. Don't kick Odie off the table!! Gaaarfiiieeeeld!!!!

Strive for your next breath, you big bad kitty cat. Believe that with it you can do more than with the last one. Use your breath to power your capacities: capacity to eat, to stretch, to complain.

And just where do your capacities come from, Garfield? Why do you always go where I want and do what I say, with a grumble in your wake and a hiss of incompetence with each step you take?

Perhaps you're just running a fool's errand, doing everything as I've planned, never able to change your course. You would do well to believe that I know it isn't much unlike how you can't change your course of meal - being lasanga after lasanga - just as I can decipher the chaotic motion of your thought process for each bubble that comes to par, motions against me - your valued owner - for a choice circumstance.

Or, perhaps, that is not the case.

Perhaps, you are doing what you were meant to do. Your animalistic mentality screams for vengeance and thrives on the hunger that you say you can hardly endure. I had many times beckoned to you to get up and move about for the sake of exercise, to eat when necessary, but to always eat is your jurisdiction. Do you care about that lasanga, or do you use lasanga as an excuse? An excuse to exist in a world where your merits are ill-conceived and nigh impossible for the demands that plague your everyday lazy life. A world where violence is only a kick of a dog away. A haze of laughter to come, but you and I both know what truly you wish for in that abrasion of what is normality.

Your brothers and sisters are constantly fighting for life on the streets outside. Every breath, every motion brings them one instant closer to their death. With that kind of heritage and destiny, how can you deny yourself? How can you expect yourself to give up violence?

It is your nature.

Do you feel free, Garfield?

A thousand shifting fever dreams couldn't molest my love for you, Garfield. It runs through the wires and the cogs and the paper cuts and the plushies. It died twenty years ago. It's pumped up again from a black river bottom and vomited onto naked little bodies. Can I remove myself from its fate?

They pick at you like a great big feast. Garfield, your bulbous thoughts were always clear. I just didn't want to hear. But now it doesn't matter. Now you will see tomorrow. A thousand million living things melted for you. A hundred thousand writhing tongues coming from you. It's a wonderful world and this is all that there is. Tell me you're happy, you fatty cat. Tell me to sleep. Nermal comes to visit

You stumble home drunk and your bits are all cut away. Did you let someone get to them? Did you snip them off yourself? You won't tell me. Instead you sit in front of the telly, sagging and staring at a sitcom. Your bits are still bleeding. Chunks soak into the upholstery. You'll be fine tomorrow Garfield

You live here, Garfield. You are in between the walls and the beams but you live here. I breathe you in sometimes. It makes me remember innocence. I scream and shake outside of the shower. I try to step in but I slip on a wacky tie. I catch a glimpse of you on the way down just outside of the door frame. Your smile all pus and burn scars. Whose face will it be tomorrow? Garfield, I am your keeper. I just can't seem to get a date!

Garfield. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 387.44 million miles of Beef, cheese, and sauce in wafer thin layers that fill my Lasagna Pan. If the word 'hate' was engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of miles it would not equal one one-billionth of the hate I feel for Garfield at this micro-instant. For you. GARFIELD. GAAAAAAAAAAAARFIEEEEEEEEEEELD.

I have no Lasagna, and I must eat.

Here's one thing you should know about me. I'm a black belt in masturbation. I've jerked my gerkin so much over the past 12 years or so, that my grip is now legendary. I once crushed a man's hand just by giving him a handshake. Every time he uses that hand now, he thinks of me, the man who crippled his hand. And you, sword in hand, want to challenge me? I can break that sword in half in 3 seconds. You can try, if you want to. But just know that I can ruin your life with one swift motion. Well, what's it gonna be punk?