For the Berserk!

If you're not a member of the Reed Ultimate team, one who has not shed blood on the field of battle beneath the flag of the mighty Berserk, one who has not pressed on into the vast unknown chasing down hucks with the savage strength of a thousand men, then this page is not for you.

For those of you that have sworn allegiance to Crom by the sword of Conan, this page will be the site of your growing education and assimilation into the Barbarian Horde. Periodically return to learn of all things Crom, as we fight the good fight, crushing our enemies, seeing them driven before us, and hearing the lamentations of their women!

War Cries of the Berserk

Know these chants, for they echo across the field and resonate deep in the hearts of our enemies, striking fear into their souls.

Truck:
Verse 1:
My love for you is like a truck Berserker!!
Would you like some making fuck Berserker?!
Verse 2:
My love for you is ticking clock Berserker!!
Would you like to suck my cock Berserker?!

Reed Berserk ain't Nothin' to Fuck with:
Reed Berserk ain't Nothin' to Fuck with...
Reed Berserk ain't Nothin' to Fuck with...
Reed Berserk ain't Nothin' to Fuck with...
If you got beef just bring the ruckus!

Men From Reed:
We are the men from Reed.
We live in caves and ditches.
We spank our cocks with sharpened rocks.
We're crazy sons of bitches!

Too Many Hippies
(With hippie lying in center of a circle, Berserk members walk around him, chanting:)
Too many hippies not enough knives
Take off your shoes and take away their lives.
(Repeated in escalating volume, until:)
Too many hippies not enough knives
Take off your shoes and take their FUCKING LIVES!
(All members of Berserk rush the hippie and stab him. Drinking of hippie blood is optional.)

Why do we play Ultimate?!?!
To crush our enemies!
To see them driven before us!
And to hear the lamentations of their women!!!

Fish gets high, like many Reedies, in this game of
Beer Box. (photo by Dave DeRegt)