Imagine... Sailing through the air in an AH-17... You spot a few combine soldiers taking cover in a house! HA! They think they are safe from you! You fire three Hydras, one contacts the house and a chunk blows up, then another rocket lands, then a piece of the roof blows up. The last rocket hits the group of soldiers and sends them flying! Yep, thats maybe what you can imagine.

Lock and load your Hydra-70s, fill up those M134s, and fly into battle. Fly? You heard me. Fly…

Yep, copters will be present in specific maps. Raining death from above, it uses controls similar to the copter controls in Battlefield 2. The helicopters, along with the other vehicles, such as Humvees, APCs, and maybe even tanks, will not be re-spawnable. Why, you may ask. Well, in real life, the army doesn’t give unlimited vehicles! Well, neither will this. This will help people to realize the wasting of important assets IS NOT A GOOD IDEA. It will help people try to keep them alive, and make it more like real-life.

Ya, my version of Krit-mod will use Fretta. Mr. C doesn't like it, but since he didn't make one, I will, and mine will use Fretta.

Should Kritmod use Fretta, or not? Share your ideas here.

CELEBRATION! YEAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

BE SURE TO READ THE ANNOUNCEMENTS! GOGOGOGOGOGOGOGOGO

JANUARY 30, BE THERE!

Mr. C IS BACK!

If Kritmod was finished without him, I would've put this in the announcement announcing Kritmod was done:



"O Captain my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weathered every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up--for you the flag is flung for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribboned wreaths for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head!
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.

My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchored safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

~For Mr. C"