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01. Holzfeuer
02. Vielmehr Klampfe
03. Inzo der Barrakuda
04. Erich Nagelbett
05. Karl Dichtschnur
06. Baron von Trotz

Past Members
07. Der Wölf
08. Gellend Adler
09. Toten Adler
10. Halstucha
11. Schlagbolzen


 

border Gellend Adler
ORIGIN: Santa Cruz, CA, USA
SPECIALTY: Heroic Drumming
WEAPON: DW Percussive Assault Kit
ACTIVE: Aug 11, 2002-July 16, 2011
EXERCISE: Wheel of Pain
QUOTE: "Crush your enemies, see them driven before you and hear the lamentations of their women!"


On November 13, 1985, a swarm of police officials and members of the FBI scoured the shanties and tarpaulin hovels that made up the People Of Terra hippie commune in Santa Cruz, California. This was not a raid, nor were any arrests intended, this was a frantic search. Sometime the night before, Gellend Adler, the youngest member of resident gurus the Adler family, vanished. Soon, with no evidence to track, no fingerprints were ever lifted and no motive established, the mysterious disappearance of young Gellend went unsolved. Fearing the public’s recognition of failure, the FBI kept the story from the media, both local and national. Eventually, save those of immediate relation, the lost boy was forgotten altogether. Then, on April 14, 2002, defying all woeful logic and reason, Gellend Adler returned home.

"I was kidnapped by slave traders, shipped overseas and sold to a corrupt sect of wheat growers in the remote mountains of Austria. My entire life was spent pushing the gigantic 'Wheel of Pain' which grinded the wheat into a wonderfully fluffy flour that bakers went nuts over. I was allowed 4 out of 24 hours to sleep. The rest of the time, I was pushing the wheel. Everything else was done as we passed by one of the handlers. They fed us that way, they tutored us, they even groomed us as we passed by. The haircutting machine consisted of rotating shears that whirled out the most fashionable styles of the time. Unfortunately, the machine was eventually adjusted to the tallest member of the wheel, Hu Lin-Ke, a 6'3" Mongolian boy. This meant the machine that once gave me the hippest waves and Nike Air designs, barely reached the top of my head. For five years, no hair below my forehead was ever cut.

"In April, I saw my chance to escape and I took it. I complained that my thong was growing much too uncomfortable and asked to be relieved so as to adjust it. Always a credit to my enslaved brethren, the guards trusted me and allowed me this one pleasure. Well, I walked toward the latrine and didn’t stop until I reached the border. From there, the kindness of strangers brought me home.

"I was walking the streets of Berkeley when I saw a face that seemed strangely familiar. I asked, 'Are you Toten Adler?' --He answered, 'Bite me.' --I told him, 'I'm your brother, Gellend.' --He pondered this for a moment, then shurgged indifferently, 'Yeah, that's cool. So, whacha been up to?' he asked. --'Ah, ya know, ' I answered, then asked to crash at his place for a few days. He answered, 'Whatever,' then told me to put on some pants, for Chrissake. A tear came to my eye as I thought, 'I'm home, I'm really home.'"

As for joining Arnocorps, Gellend stated, "Oh, that. Well, they needed a new drummer, so I joined. That's about it."

 
 
Wheel Of Pain Push-Ups

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