Hail from the dust of Old Mother Russia...We are explorers, emissaries that since time immemorial have always walked the edge of the butter knife. We continuously walk between a rock and a hard place, specifically in the space where the tip of a sparrow and wall usually meet. We ride like the wind, often flipping and air grabbing our sparrows or barrel rolling into the murky waters of any given planet's sewage system dump. We are friends, family, brothers and sisters... but ultimately we are Wolf. And like the wolfpack we explore, strike and dance in dark caves with ghost disco lights. Sometimes you might just find us taking in the view, because its beautiful. You will find us in the most unlikely places and in the most unfortunate of battles, hence our name. Fun, family, strike, Wolf...We are the strength of the wolf.
And remember kids, an old Russian proverb reads "Ass Open. Neck Broken." Words to live by.
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