My In game name is Mrfourtwenty, if I didn’t have a regi already 420st would have gotten me, they’ve already asked a few times lol, great lads to play along side with, keep up the good work lads! See yeah on the front.
Despite our shortcomings, it is our resilience and friendliness towards other players that make Colonial United great. Wardens are more clan-based, whereas Colonials are a combination of solo players, squads, and clans. However, the clans don’t dictate what everyone should do; instead, they support a cause greater than their own egos. I hope the Colonial spirit remains the same as always. The 420th, also known as the 'Biomas,' was a great example of this. Many Colonial players united under one name, but each carried out their own operations. There were no leaders dictating from above what was right or wrong, or telling players what they should or shouldn’t do. Instead, we had people coming together for the missions they enjoyed most: some worked logistics, others operated tanks, and still others worked in factories, and so on. The Biomas showed how splitting power among different people, rather than concentrating it in the hands of a few, gives greater flexibility and adaptability
420st are not the only regiment to allow player freedom like how you described... they probably aren't even the youngest regi to do this. This comment is total bollox, blowing smoke up 420st arses. I've been in 27th as a Warden for years and 95% of what I do in the game is teach new players and larp at the front, I do zero logi and if I do its public or all mine. There are no strings attached to my regi life, and I really have to wonder how many regis you have joined. In short the sweat you assume is everywhere among all the clans is BOLLOX, and all you're doing is bullshitting on about how the only fun faction is Collies and the only fun regi is 420st. Blow this shit out your ass!! Wardens are 10% more organised than Collies and it gets blown out of proportion into this carryon. Clans don't dictate shit on the Warden side! Nice headcanon lil' bro... Good video tho! It can get frustrating for some to be on a front that is without direction, but only the truly worst sweats in all of clandom would call out a front for not being good enough for them... that is clan man behaviour right there no doubt about it.
The year is 2024. I’m driving south to umbral, wind blowing harshly as the Midwest does. Halfway to town I hear a bump and a rumble. It felt stronger than a bump, then a shudder. Another sound, but this time my truck flips over in flames and I skid to the right of the interstate. As I jump through the shattered window passing the flames I try to get my bearings. My vision gets hazy and dark. Is this the end? Before all is my senses fail, I hear gunfire in the distance. I awake to a sharp stab in my chest. Carson oozes the morphine syringe into me and I feel good as new. I stand up and Tanner tosses me a helmet and a gun, ‘light tank east of here.’ ‘Damn krauts’ curses Logan in a foxhole, the tip of his rocket launcher pointed towards the sound of rolling treads in the distance. We sit in silence as the treads grow louder, followed by someone barking orders in German. As Logan clicks for his launcher to reload, the rest of us hide behind a tattered wall of sandbags, awaiting or death. The first warden uniform turns the corner and is met by my storm rifle round to the head. Carson pulls out his pistol and guns down another two as Tanner Charles in with his bayonet. The three that hear his scream run off into the forest, another three are skewered in seconds. Just as the morale of our squad rises, we are hit with a tank shell and blown ten feet in every direction. I hear Carson screaming for a medic. Logan fires his rocket launcher, which stops the Warden tank in its tracks. As the ringing in my ears continues I turn my bleeding head to see the tank’s head pointing at Logan’s foxhole. I await the sound of the warden shell to take another life when a much deeper round is set off. The explosion hitting the light tank fills the air with blood and dirt. I hear more tank treads now. Perhaps the wardens will succeed in invading the Dredgefort yet again. Suddenly the rumble of the tank stops, a flap opens and I hear a familiar voice say ‘Button up Sargent’. Brycen appears on top of the new colonial tank. Mitchell in the driver’s seat goes ‘What are you doing laying there boys, It’s Foxhole Night’
My In game name is Mrfourtwenty, if I didn’t have a regi already 420st would have gotten me, they’ve already asked a few times lol, great lads to play along side with, keep up the good work lads! See yeah on the front.
Underated channel, have a sub.
Despite our shortcomings, it is our resilience and friendliness towards other players that make Colonial United great. Wardens are more clan-based, whereas Colonials are a combination of solo players, squads, and clans. However, the clans don’t dictate what everyone should do; instead, they support a cause greater than their own egos. I hope the Colonial spirit remains the same as always. The 420th, also known as the 'Biomas,' was a great example of this. Many Colonial players united under one name, but each carried out their own operations. There were no leaders dictating from above what was right or wrong, or telling players what they should or shouldn’t do. Instead, we had people coming together for the missions they enjoyed most: some worked logistics, others operated tanks, and still others worked in factories, and so on. The Biomas showed how splitting power among different people, rather than concentrating it in the hands of a few, gives greater flexibility and adaptability
420st are not the only regiment to allow player freedom like how you described... they probably aren't even the youngest regi to do this. This comment is total bollox, blowing smoke up 420st arses. I've been in 27th as a Warden for years and 95% of what I do in the game is teach new players and larp at the front, I do zero logi and if I do its public or all mine. There are no strings attached to my regi life, and I really have to wonder how many regis you have joined. In short the sweat you assume is everywhere among all the clans is BOLLOX, and all you're doing is bullshitting on about how the only fun faction is Collies and the only fun regi is 420st. Blow this shit out your ass!! Wardens are 10% more organised than Collies and it gets blown out of proportion into this carryon. Clans don't dictate shit on the Warden side! Nice headcanon lil' bro...
Good video tho! It can get frustrating for some to be on a front that is without direction, but only the truly worst sweats in all of clandom would call out a front for not being good enough for them... that is clan man behaviour right there no doubt about it.
The year is 2024. I’m driving south to umbral, wind blowing harshly as the Midwest does. Halfway to town I hear a bump and a rumble. It felt stronger than a bump, then a shudder. Another sound, but this time my truck flips over in flames and I skid to the right of the interstate. As I jump through the shattered window passing the flames I try to get my bearings. My vision gets hazy and dark. Is this the end? Before all is my senses fail, I hear gunfire in the distance. I awake to a sharp stab in my chest. Carson oozes the morphine syringe into me and I feel good as new. I stand up and Tanner tosses me a helmet and a gun, ‘light tank east of here.’ ‘Damn krauts’ curses Logan in a foxhole, the tip of his rocket launcher pointed towards the sound of rolling treads in the distance. We sit in silence as the treads grow louder, followed by someone barking orders in German. As Logan clicks for his launcher to reload, the rest of us hide behind a tattered wall of sandbags, awaiting or death. The first warden uniform turns the corner and is met by my storm rifle round to the head. Carson pulls out his pistol and guns down another two as Tanner Charles in with his bayonet. The three that hear his scream run off into the forest, another three are skewered in seconds. Just as the morale of our squad rises, we are hit with a tank shell and blown ten feet in every direction. I hear Carson screaming for a medic. Logan fires his rocket launcher, which stops the Warden tank in its tracks. As the ringing in my ears continues I turn my bleeding head to see the tank’s head pointing at Logan’s foxhole. I await the sound of the warden shell to take another life when a much deeper round is set off. The explosion hitting the light tank fills the air with blood and dirt. I hear more tank treads now. Perhaps the wardens will succeed in invading the Dredgefort yet again. Suddenly the rumble of the tank stops, a flap opens and I hear a familiar voice say ‘Button up Sargent’. Brycen appears on top of the new colonial tank. Mitchell in the driver’s seat goes ‘What are you doing laying there boys, It’s Foxhole Night’
420st for life
🔥 420st :)
hell yeah
stinky clanman be like
Im doing my part
Veryyyy noice!
didn't gator quit?
Nah, but a lot of core members and officers left.
@@Hapee_vkeep thinking that
@@rookie2253 it literally happened, it’s documented lol.
@@rookie2253 Almost every people leading the 420st squad in the video left.
@@Michelpelleteuse they are still here lmao, who even told you this shit