One autumn evening, after the bell had tolled the midnight hour, a bunch of slightly crazy 3CB'er's and bewildered guests went on an adventure.
Dropped by chopper on the far side of Bystrica, this mismatched band of poorly equipped vagabonds, fought, joked and died as they swam, ran and crawled their way back to base with nothing but their wits and a pointy stick to keep them entertained.
With no compass, map, gps, magnified optics or to be frank, any clue whatsoever, they overcame everything that the enemy could throw at them, making it back to base with just their dignity intact. Sort of.

MrSir (the guide)
Sven (the chopper)
Aerobrix (the murderer)
Beletang (the killer)
Ashj (the guardian)
Apollo (the compass)
Drew Peacock (the thief)
Muff (plymuff)
Daz (the style guru)
Malarky (the wolf)
NOFg (the spotter)
Whyome (the destroyer)
... any others (remind me!)