nms3000

I implement deranged fetishes into vaguely niche universes

Weight gain, vore, burps

I'm not tryna ruin your round

But I took all the AP

Oh please just come rush with me

'Cause I can't rely on maa-rines

They all Fear RP

And now I'm capped in the hive

On Weird Black Weeds...

If you see me out on L-V, say hi

But if you meet me on Big Red, then don't be shy

Maybe we'll fall back to FOB and pass the time

Know that even on Bravo, I'm a frontline guy

Yeah, a lotta' new players wanna frag like me

And you'll see my clips on your L-R-C

And there's always a lurker, tryna fracture me

They're even worse than the corpsmen who don't fix IB

I'm waking up as CO

Frontline fell, it's my fault

Too many rounds have I sold

But now Plink's just getting old

I look at my manifest,

I should've sent that OB

Commanding's just getting hard

On comms, ",abcd CHARGE!!"

I wanna wake up and say

"I'll be your CAS for today"

But I can't get any flares

I'll pull fultons anyway

I think of my DCC

Marines in caves, will they leave?

At least they're pulling back now

But the front's still too spread out