Go, Go, Power Scoots

Just some scout-lookin' dudes havin' a cool time.

NO LONGER ACCEPTING LITTLES. ONLY BIGS.

Welcome to the scoutville, population: flyyy (and possibly you ((!!!). Gear up yer old tugboat computer tubes and strap on your extreme hat because things are about to get real, brother. For all those tiny tims who just can't handle it, start tip-toeing your candy-ass to the nearest moustache store and man yerself up, 'cause your gonna need it.

MMPS is a laidback gang of rouge do-♥♥♥ oldskool wrestlers and 1920's blind carpetbaggers with a lust for blood (human OR plant). Do I have to be a little scout-lookin' dude to join, you ask? WELL SHUT YOUR ♥♥♥♥♥ MOUTH, BECAUSE I ASK THE DAMN QUESTIONS AROUND HERE. No, would be the answer. You don't have to be a scout, you silly goose. The name of the game is TF2, and the corn chips are on the table. So pour yourself another glass of blood, and ask to be recruted today, you devilish rouge, you.