Cravitus

"I do not care."
Once-and-future group developer as well as a former Commandant among much else, Cravitus is a great many things, and perhaps most obviously, green.
Boasting a primary service record spanning from 29 March 2013 to 5 November 2019, he has returned to active service as a Technical Advisor under the rank of Lance Corporal as of 27 July 2023.
==Autobiography==
Although most of the entries on this site are written in third person, I will break from that trend for I am to describe myself and my history insofar as it relates to the group.
Thus, I am Cravitus - or more informally, Krev.
The story behind that name is fairly basic - just a mash of of a couple words with an 'itus' to make it sound fancy. I've heard people ask if I was a Vaktovian or something because of it, but no - my roots are far more mundane, far more basic. I was just a kid playing roblox who liked planes, and who had grown from playing with the freemodel tab to trying to piece stuff together in studio. I wasn't good at it - but I tried, and kept trying, oblivious to how bad I really was - and for the better, ultimately.
I'd gotten my start in groups via the old RO-FORCE airbase game in maybe 2010, 2011 - not a very strong start given how short my time in that group was - but really cut my teeth when I met a guy named AmtTheAwesome. What began as playing a 'survive the spaceship crash' game became a number of attempts to start up groups together - I'd try to dev and build, and Amt would be the group leader - and I'd get stuck in some kind of position of power, some kind of high rank label.
Now, in hindsight? I was a godawful leader and a terrible builder, and we shifted through groups fairly frequently. There was a time I as a Tau Ethereal in a 40k jab, a time where I became a Canadian Minister of Defense, and I feel a lot like I was incredibly incompetent and inexperience in hindsight.
That, I think, should be no surprise - cronyism and nepotism have long been parts of the roblox formula, especially since discipline and all that was entirely subjective. Hindsight tells us how we should organize and appoint people based on actual merit, accomplishment, and capability. However, when you're a kid on a bootleg legoman game, your goal isn't good group organization - your goal is to make stuff, shoot stuff, and play games. So, much as I can gripe about the bad calls I made as a twelve year old, it's also just how things were.
There was a time where I woke up to it, though, and where I went on a break from the game. I was a mediocre builder if even anything at all, little 'good' leadership or combat experience, and my friend kept dragging me along through groups they'd start, then abandon a few weeks later. Given that the old group limit was maybe five groups at a time for non-builders-club members, it made branching out impractical, so it was either go with the leader or stick with a dead project, and I think I'd had enough of that.
February 2013 rolls along, and ACM is coming - then, ACM has released.
It's a terrible, awful game - but I'd been a fan of ALIENS and AvP in general for much of my short life, and so, wanting to do better as a builder and being a fan of the franchise - I decided to build.
Although I built my first pulse rifle before I even joined the group, I had taken some sort of notice of the USCMC before that. This said, if I recall right, my join requests had been rejected, likely because I hadn't bought the uniform. Either way - Wonkaspare, an LTGEN at the time and a solid modeler in his day, had taken notice of the model. He left a comment, back when that was something people bothered reading - and I took a look at who he was, and who he was with.
Because of that, I joined the group - and I'd joined in just before the big transition, the big change - the shot in the arm that would be Qwerty and I.
The USCM of early 2013 was a very different creature from what it is today, and my first week in the group was in the last few months of Quaker45's hold on the Marines. More importantly - we were allied with MB, and we were at war with Keyrut's UNSC. This was probably the first UNSC war - but nonetheless, for me it was a productive time. We didn't have comms outside of roblox yet, so back in the day a lot of what I did was reported through posts on the wall - and a lot of that is probably lost by now, unfortunately. The wall logs as they are reportedly only reach back to 2014.
Nonetheless, all the reporting and building I did, showing up to defenses in odd hours, posting that it happened, who I was with - that catapulted me pretty quickly up to MSGT in the span of what I think was ultimately a week. Somewhere in there amidst all the fighting, I recall I met Qwerty while we were fending off a raid on the old MB capital - though I could be wrong. It's been over ten years - I'm bound to remember something incorrectly.
Building-wise, I felt like I was a machine at the time - the M41A, the M39, the M40, the M37, M240, M42A, M5 RPG, so on and so forth - a lot of early models got pumped out, and it wasn't long before I believe scaryblokhead - then a LTCOL, I think - got Qwerty and I to work together.
There were plenty of others who egged me on, even if I think I wasn't a great builder at the start - General Go70 was one such figure, a dude wearing a totem tommy, and Colonel Skull26 being another. Both of them did questionable things back in the day - Skull moreso, being later cast out and exiled, but at the time they helped stoke the fires so to speak. I recall Skull's encouragement led me to make the M240 sooner than later, and he had some Fallout-related requests for me - though ultimately that, much like Amt's old groups, seemed to be a fall-apart waste of my time.
Nonetheless, in spite of the other questionable or deplorable things associated with the former Colonel, Skull did set me on the path to Skype, and the Skype age was a whole era in of itself for the group that I believe coincided with the USCM's usage of Qwerty's Installation Otion - and if not that, then at least the old Atorva FOB.
From here the breadth and depth are vast, and to tell it would be to tell the rest of a decade's happenings. Much has come and gone, people and groups and places and headaches - the many iterations of Arachthos, the creation of Korari, projects such as Thanatos, Eve Liktos, Unitas, or Lycan to name a few buried in the group graveyard. I could speak of the 2016 slump that led me to become Commandant, the fiasco with The Republic of Terra (TRoT) and the UWF - of Operation Bridgeburn or the infamous 2017 Haven Practice raid. I could talk about my drive and desire to build for everyone, to make everything for everybody, how my uniform work was adopted by MB and by Irellus, or the models I'd made for MB - and the ones that had been rejected. I could speak of people I knew, people I fought - anomalies such as the time a war with an Imperium led to my brother being stalked.
I can speak of Doomforger's Imperiums, our close ties, and the way it ended - of the first crew in the Armored Corps, and the bad eggs they turned out to be. Tech thieves, wehraboos, catfishers, and more - so much more. I rewrote and refined the group regulations up to Version 9, created the first wiki, abandoned the first wiki, made this wiki, started the cornbread meme, founded the first USCM skypecomms and all subsequent versions, founded the United Kerbal Federation - the list goes on.
It's a dense memory, but suffice to say I've seen and done a lot.
With that comes experience, and with that experience I think I've become a greater person than I once was. Once, the best I could model was a few stacked blocks - now, I've learned so much more about all these different fields of science, engineering, and general design that it's hard to know where to even begin, to say nothing of all the soft-skill people experience I've gained through trying, failing, and succeeding to wrangle people.
Leaving the group was a strange time, and the year after that was stranger still, as I suppose most folks can recall given the pandemic. While I think I'm a better, more capable person for having left, I do have my regrets. It's good to rely on yourself to get things done, to solve your problems - but when other people rely on you, when what you do is such a big part of the big picture, it complicates things when you leave - and when you don't have somebody who can step up and shoulder the burden.
I retired quickly, suddenly, and in a questionable state of mind, and the consequences of that still ripple through the group to this day. I see it in people who are now gone, in stopgaps that ended up permanent, and in problems easy to address, but long unfixed. The new people might not have noticed what my absence has done, but I bet people notice what my presence does.
So, on my reinstatement, I'll say this:
'Had to be me. Someone else might have gotten it wrong.'
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== Gallery ==
File:Crav.png|Wearing a formal uniform for a mandatory portrait, dated early 2018. Note that the uniform is actually a duplicate of the Commandant's - Cravitus had never bothered to sort what ribbons or medals he was meant to have before retirement.
Meme232.png|Depicts Crav's obsession for hot sauce. By Echo4890
Meme231.png|Depicts Crav's application of hot sauce to toblerones. By Echo4890
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