History

MoD was born in ?????? the leader and engineering influence of MoD was a guy called Aaron or {-MoD-}.Jingles he and a small but distinguished group of friends gave birth and meaning to MoD.

In the early part of Mods life there home was Newbie Land an excellent and well run server owned and managed by a guy called Jason or Tooled as he was better known, Incidentally it was this server where I cut my teeth on cz.. And what a time that was loads of laughs and a great deal of deaths, there were some seriously good players milling around at that time guy’s like Krondo and Jack Daniels man these boys could blow your ear off from a distance of what seamed like infinity, unfortunately I still have to endure the constant humiliation of the aforementioned by the latter person (I would hate him if he wasn’t such a nice guy).

Everything was sweet and dandy I wasn’t a member of Mod at this time I just wasn’t worthy well it could be said I’m still not worthy but hey I sneaked in and made some strong allies. Just as MoD was beginning to scrim for fun and the clan was discovering some direction tooled decided to get married. Well what a bloody disaster not the fact he got married but the connotations that ensued from the sharing of wealth marriage normally engenders. In short his wife decided that there joint money shouldn’t be wasted on a counter strike server.

So MoD was now officially going to be homeless. As luck would have it by this time I was a fully fledged member of MoD recruited personally by Mr Jingles him self. So when change came I was carried alone with the mass and managed to stay within the loop. Mike or better known as mike hehe !! boldly stepped into and filled the breach by providing an alternative server that would be MoDs new bright and stable home and the Cherrie on the cake yes this was also to be known as Newbie Land it was like we never left.

 Well nearly there were a few differences mainly differences of opinion as I recall not me you understand NEVER ME but yes there became a very real and un-nerving conflict between two goliaths. The leader of the clan and the owner of the server. I suppose in retrospect it was always going to end up being more of a finality than one appreciated at the time; civil war engulfed the clan, brother against brother friend against friend loyalties divided and strengthened it was like a Shakespearian drama now that’s a word DRAMA, I do believe this was the buzz word of the time no pun intended buzz I assure you, yes DRAMA the word that killed Mod as we knew it [TOO MUCH DRAMA] I used to hear as the disgruntled flailed around for a relevant and poignant excuse for dissention.

Well and that was that MoD fragmented and rear merged as two conflicting entities, and the child of this split was Dom ironically chosen not only as an anagram of Mod but it was suggest that it stood for Death of MoD. How wrong they were!! , Ye of little faith.

As it was I always got on with a guy called buzzsaw a strange but warm sort of individual mature and sensible but fiery as a fox when he got frustrated. I was always totally loyal to Jingles as was buzz, You see my problem was that Mod would never of fragmented if the server wasn’t owned by the principal dissenter and as a result of this fact people decided to join with him with the alternative being homelessness, and you know I don’t blame them selfish survival must take precedence with the insecure.

This guy buzz to whom I referred to earlier contacted me on occasion to chat and reminisce; it was during one of these chats that he invited me to help him administrate a new home for Mod.

Well what could I say! Power and influence is an attractive mistress, and boy how she has burned my fingers and more to the point continues to do so, after all sitting here writing this history is testament to that, I can honestly say that from the second I agreed to be senior admin I play cs /cz less and less every day dam it’s a good job I like the responsibilities better than the game play.

From the day we moved to the new server Mod has continued to morph and grow in to a completely different animal than before; it has become a Bastian of brotherhood and friendship a clan were seniority dictates responsibility. As a result of this growth we are now far from being a community of oligarchs striving for personal need.

This applies to all except Alex of course because he has become the epiphany of a dictatorial sadist.

Englishman.