Real Men of Genius (real men of genius). Today we salute you, Mr. Repair Exploiter (Mr. Repair Exploiter). You start you day with a crash into a wall (Crash Into a Wall) and then repair the damage (Rep the Damage). Your Imagination is ingenious and we are in awe your ability to perform such reparative task with Vigour (Task with Vigour). We salute your ability t withstand monstrous boredom whilst the rest of us fight against overwhelming odds with guns in hand. so crack open an ice cold Bud Light and wear you EleventyMillion SP badge (HeGÇÖs a HERO) with honour until the next wipe (whoa whoa whoa)

Today we Salute you, Mr. Militia heavy shock user (Mr. Militia heavy shock userrrr!). While the other players in the battle use little guns you proudly strut sending a salvo of swarm launchers at everyone who moves (All hail the rockets!). Not a single missile does an ounce of damage, but you will keep respawning for that kill. (You'll get them yeeeet!) so crack open an ice cold Bud Light you master of missiles and keep firin', because you'll need an ice cold beer to keep you cool as you wait for the respawn timer to run down. (Ohhh 0-17 yeah!)

Just wanted everyone to know 2 days ago Tyas Borg (in scout suit) got killed by a swarm launcher 1 v 1. Dont ever give up Heavy Shock troopers you can do it!

Real Men of Genius "~real men of genius~".

Today we salute you, Mr. L.A.V. SP Investor "~Mr. L.A.V. SP Investor~". You cringe at the thought of using a lame free L.A.V. for transport, knowing how tasty they are to AV players "~it tastes just like bacon~". You fret tirelessly to fit your ride with the best mods you can despite your cripplingly heavy PG/CPU limitations. Then you take to the field and crush those AV players who think you're an easy kill. You run down AV grenadiers who toss and turn, you crush swarmers who fire and forget, and you fender-face-slap forge gunners when they stand right in front of you thinking one shot will be enough "~let me help you with that facepalm~". Transporting your teammates safely to their targets and running down fatties, you are always a force to be reckoned with "~I think the turret guy farted...~".

So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, Lord of the 'Lav'. Because when it comes to L.A.V. rolling & trolling, you're the king of the road "~Mr. L.A.V. SP Investor~~~~".

Real Men of Genius (real men of genius) Today we salute you, Mr. Fearless Tactical Sniper (Mr. Fearless Tactical Sniper). That guy's running straight at you with a AR (So many bullets).. So you smiled and said thank you as you lined up a perfect shot with your Sniper Rifle or Forge Gun (Oh oh oh.) as you drop an Uplink and a Nanohive (My spot you can't have it). While other snipers may hide out of harms way, you punge headfirst into the teeth of battle (Who keeps shooting at me?). So crack open an ice-cold Bud Light, purveyor of painless oblivion, and then crack open another helmet (Was that another head shot?) because while other Snipers need to whine about aiming from the rooftops, you need a beer to wash down the smooth, smooth taste of victory (Oo oo oo).

one does not simply camp in Dust and get away with it.