We have all recently been introduced to PTFO (Play The Fucking Objective), there are plenty of platoons out there with it as their title; it's an acronym used by players who prefer to play the game as if it were real life, but what about the rest of us who don't give two shits about pretending that a game, where falling 4 feet can be your demise, is real?

Well, that is exactly why I decided it's only fair to create this platoon. It's a syndicate for those of us who find ourselves owners of a mind more similar to that of a serial killer's. Here at GTFK, we only have one goal: to KILL/DEMOLISH/ANIHILATE/OBLITERATE/DESTROY/NEUTRALIZE/ABORT/DISPATCH/ERADICATE/EXTERPATE/IMMOLATE/SLAUGHTER/WASTE/SNUFF/END anything that moves, by any means necessary.

There's one catch, though, you must have and maintain a K/D spread of at least 1.001. That's right, it's not enough just to have the desire to kill, you have to have the desire to kill more efficiently than you're being killed.

This is our two part creed, taken as quotes from the movie Full Metal Jacket, spoken by Gunnery Sergeant, Hartman:

Part #1:
"Today... is Christmas! There will be a magic show at zero-nine-thirty! Chaplain Charlie will tell you about how the free world will conquer Communism with the aid of God and a few Marines! God has a hard-on for Marines because we kill everything we see! He plays His games, we play ours! To show our appreciation for so much power, we keep heaven packed with fresh souls! God was here before the Marine Corps! So you can give your heart to Jesus, but your ass belongs to the Corps! Do you ladies understand?"

Part #2:
"The deadliest weapon in the world is a marine and his rifle. It is your killer instinct which must be harnessed if you expect to survive in combat. Your rifle is only a tool. It is a hard heart that kills. If your killer instincts are not clean and strong you will hesitate at the moment of truth. You will not kill. You will become dead marines and then you will be in a world of shit because marines are not allowed to die without permission. Do you maggots understand?"

Now, I know what you're thinking: are we ladies or maggots? The answer to that question is "We are both of them"; like a lady, we will always find the truth, the truth of where our enemy hides - and like a maggot, we will squirm and crawl ten miles on our bellies if that's what it takes to get to that meat!

0VE1 & 0U1.