Captain Butch Flowers Application

Name:
Captain Butch Flowers (You can call me "Cappy". I don't want things like rank to interfere with the guild dynamic)

Age:
26 4/5

Mic:
Yes, although I find the term offensive. "Irish American" if you would.

Skype:
Cpt Butch Flowers

Steam:
Captain Butch Flowers (Also known as, First Lieutenant Butch Flowers - I was promoted. Don't ask how I earned it ... Let's just say I won't look at avocados the same way again! If you catch my drift!)

Location:
N43° 4.718', W070° 56.1847'

Why should I accept you?:
Here's what I normally bring to the table: embroidered napkins. I'm not talking some "10 for a dollar" Stop + Shop bargain - I'm talking hand sewn cloth baby! Matching silverware goes without saying. Also I'm handy with a sidearm. That unsuspecting War Z survivor won't know what hit him! I mean... he might! - but only if he looks at me.


Elite Squad trial:
Absolutely. That is - under the presumption that the "Elite Squad" is a team of linguistically gifted young men meant to swoon unsuspecting players right into a trap the guild has set. A little compliment here, a couple cans of tuna there, "Sure Cappy - let's hit up that ranger station and see what kind of small arms we find!" then *WHAMO* - the bandits strike again! Oh us bandits! I see lots of small backpacks and tears of newbie rage in our collectively bright future! Go get em' soldier!



CBF out.

So am I in or not? I've basically put my life on hold while I wait for a reply.