One hell of a ride.

Just finished up our run. We got to quota 6 and died on Titan. Two of us were killed by a combo of bracken-coilhead-jester. The man in the chair died to a dog, and the last man was sandwiched between a dog above and below him on the stairs, leading to his death. Truly unfortunate, yet hilarious. And that is the tale of how one big-brained shotgun weilder, one dead sushi, one senseless genius, and one madlad named Josch got fired from our love, The Company.