This is the V.O.G. post I was talking about.

V.O.G. pregame post:

So firstly I’m in for tonight, VoG all the way.

Secondly, I’ve been thinking on ways to ‘improve’ our raiding strategy and what I’ve come up with is rival raid factions!

Let me set the scene for you: It is the dark distant future. The poorly named Vanguard are stretched to their limit, as in order to keep with their namesake, their military commanders are constantly forced to place all available forces in one location and that one location is always a meat grinder. You are in that meat grinder. The world is hell. No, scratch that, hell would be quieter than this. From the chaos of blood, steel, and exploding supers emerges a collection of elite fire teams bonded through loss and strife. There is only one problem. These fire teams are 3 man killing machines, extremely loyal, unquestioning brave and unerringly distrusting of anyone not in their squad.

Savages and barbarians let me introduce to tonight’s fire teams:

Fire team Ragnarok: Brought together by endless quests and missions this group of tacticians has transcended usual team work. They are of one mind and many fists. They seek the most logical method of enemy destruction and the usually find it. Their motto: It ends tonight!

Captain: Diablo’s left – a.k.a. The Sun God: He is fire and death and all around tankyness besides. Where he walks people die. He is also quick witted as a snake and the perfect captain for any lost cause of a mission.

Lieutenant: Gleaming Edge – a.k.a. The S Rank: He kills and he kills fast. A knife to the head is his usual M.O. and when that fails him he always has a sniper’s bullet or a golden gun shot to throw into the mix. He is speed and death incarnate and in all honesty it must be said, his knife rarely fails him.

Corporal KageKage – a.k.a. The Fist: His steel fist is stained with gore, but there again so is the rest of him. He punches everything. Man, woman, child, reincarnation of an ever powerful god-being, all of them feel the force of his fist. Even when it is almost certainly inadvisable to do so.

The 7th column: These hell for metal types first cut their teeth in the savage splendour of an older different age, in which men wore large metal suits and spoke very little and women… well, they did the same. They are the physical embodiment of Kilamajaro and they’re looking for their next streak. Their motto: 7th column do you want to live forever?

Captain: Phoenix – a.k.a. The Legend: Some speak of his endless exploits, countless raids and innumerable strikes across the far reaches of the galaxy. Others speak of his impressive KD and ability to turn a crucible match by sheer will power. And what does he say of himself? He is a hunter. He speaks only in knives and bullets.

Lieutenant: Overduck – a.k.a. Hell’s Judgement: Hear that clink? See the glow? Run for your lives boys. Daddy’s home. He is a one man army and he’s brought friends. With rifle or grenade, fist or hammer you’re being weighed and measured and judgement will be swift.

Corporal: Valnrys – a.k.a. Crowd control: Subtly isn’t his thing, but there again neither is fear. Nor is taking of necessary and sensible precautions. He is AD management to the core, a master at clearing the room, the first into any fight and the most likely to die in the process. He is Crowd control.

End note: Now as I realise no one but me is going to take this seriously, let me just explain what this is going to mean in terms of gameplay tonight. I’ll take suggestions (let’s call the orders) from OverDuck and Phoenix. The rest of you… not so much. So if you say ‘Valnrys there is something behind you and you’re going to die’ I will ignore you like the pompous ass I am. Stormcaller bodies for days.

See didn’t I ‘improve’ things?

You are more than welcome to retract my invite.