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Once upon a time (Summer of 2000), in a land far far away (Sweden, to be exact), there lived a man known as Dr. Hans Somethingstein. He was a foolish man, obsessed with nudity and other such obsene amusements. He barely passed the Doctor's exams, but at the last minute he remembered a letter from a doctor to Playboy and got off safely. At that time, the Swedish economy was at an all-time low and many doctors and reputable researchers left the country and tried their luck elsewhere. in the absence of what appeared to be every intelligent person in Sweden, the government appointed Hans to be the new Head of the Biological Warefare division of the SMURF (Swedish Military Unimportant Research Facility) and there is where this sad tale began.
One morning, Hans woke from his fitful sleep with a genius idea (despite his foolish nature). He developed that idea while he got ready for work (a half of an hour on the toilet seat, with his favorite porn magazine) and by noon, he presented a whole plan to his research team (a thai janitor by the name of Yohao). The idea was to genetically create unimaginally beautiful women dressed in military uniforms, so there would be no question of their identity, so they would be able to distract the enemy and thus be free to obliterate it with their weapons of mass destruction. Yohao objected, since he really wanted them in Bikinis (not many women did the whole janitor look you see and he was a very lonely man) but Somethingstein insisted and scedueled the experiment to the following day. During the night Yohao came in and replaced a special Vial Hans used with a similar one which contained the essence of the Bikini (it doesn't take much to outsmart Hans, does it?). But alas, Yohao had no medical training and with his silly interference, the result was 6 Burly men dressed in Bikinis. Hans went mad and picked up his extremely-powerful-top-secret-electronic-converter gun and zapped Yohao and his Bikini fighters into the internet. Yohao, deeply eaten by remorse and regret changed the order of his name and became Yahoo. The six bikini warriors took up their guns and went in search of a game good enough to house them. After lack of success in various space simulators (Galga didn't have any emps, NiG}{']['MaRe couldn't be emped by galga, Axel wasn't able to step on his own Caltrop, Bananaman was unemployed as there is little need for HWGuys in space (no one heard him scream), The_X didn't have anyone to backstab and Nerve Gas doesn't work in a Vacuum and johny_demonic didn't have any place to blow himself up while rocket-jumping) they decided on a more Earthly game. For some reason, it seemed like a bad idea for them to take up residence in the Barbie-Paint-Game and so they came to TFC. |