One of us
Listen up, fellas—we're all about hammering out a real brotherhood where dudes can rock up, smash through epic hours-long games, and come out the other side as a group, sides hurting from laughter. We know the raw, balls-to-the-wall glory of 90s gaming—that low-res grind, bot murder and swearing like idiots at screens was phenomenal fun.
The waiver? That's our ironclad shield to keep this whole operation locked down with trust and zero BS. It guards the lobby so we can zero in on the good stuff: stoking that brotherly fire, blasting back to the golden era of gaming when men were men. When you slap your name on it, you're not just crashing a party—you're pledging to the code of our crew and the hardcore quest to haul your brothers up with you. Plus we drink (when the host lets us, because we're polite).
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