The Beginning Man can make history only by breaking the rules and boundaries. We do it in a little bit simpler way. We just dont give up. This is the beginning of Drunken Old Farts - one of the oldest active Tribes groups in Europe. It was nearly closing time at the local bar. Place was full and table was covered with empty beer bottles. Somehow bartalk about whiskey and beerbrands changed to Tribes. A game that had taken over these two forthcoming old farts to the bone. Finishing another beer and slamming the empty mug to the table, I said to lumo that we should make our own Tribes clan. We got really excited about the idea. Funny how one of your best ideas come when you're so drunk, you can hardly remember it the day after. We got drawn back to the level where we had started the evening; full of expectations, energy and having fun. Time to buy few more rounds. I think we didn´t hear each other very clearly at that time because of the noise and being so damn drunk. Later that night we got back to our place. Joined some server for a quick fooling around before passing out.. surprisingly lumo was wearing recently invented tag "doof" with only one o-letter, "You fool!" But after some consideration it felt and looked cooler that way. So it was a drunken typo that led into our tag. After couple recruits taken in, someone asked what dof actually meant. I recall that there was an oscar worth dramatic pause in the air that time. Minutes later someone said that we were so drunk that we couldn´t remember the name. After few more friends taken in, we noticed that our average age was rather old. Over 22 or something. So it was obvious that our tag finally ment something. We talked, we drank, we planned.. and later that night, we played Tribes for the first time tagged as [dof] - moog