CP_Dustbowl. high noon. The red team gathers around their control point, preparing to defend...
A large man stepped forward, placing his hands akimbo, he took a deep breath and sighed nostalgically. He checked his helmet and let his small squinting eyes observe, before re-placing his helmet on his head and sighing again
"Boy this brings me back, I remember back in '73 when I made it through basic, it was insane back then. They shot live bullets at you, and the ones who didn't survive, they fed to pigs! Then we filled the pigs with bombs and shot them out of cannons at the enemy, that way the ones who weren't good enough at least got to do something with their pitiful lives! Those were the days, now we've got dirty hooligans like you in the army!"
The large disgruntled soldier poked a skinnier man, standing next to him, in the chest.
"Uh... Yeah... Pal?" the skinnier man said. "Uh... huh... how do I put this..." the man thought for a second, he was usually very quick on his feet, but this nutjob had sort of unsettled him. "What the eff are you talking about?" he continued.
"War son!" he poked him in the chest again, "I'm talking about carnage, battle, chaos, death, violence! Things you young-ins aren't ready for! Rockets everywhere, bullets flying, men exploding and the smell of burning flesh in the air! You gotta be on your feet! Any time you let your guard down..."
"POW!" he shot a rocket out of his rocket launcher, hitting a gas-mask wearing fellow in the face. He promptly exploded into tiny giblets, which flew up into the air. The man's large flamethrower hit the ground in front of them, followed quickly by his masked head, which landed right in front of the skinny guy.
"Jesus christ!" The skinny man jumped back, and screamed, the other soldiers followed suit, He pulled out his baseball bat. "What the hell did you do that for?!"
The soldier just laughed, as he walked over to the Pyromaniac's corpse, or what he could find of it, and kicked it. His uniform promptly turned a deep shade of BLU, and his masked face turned into another masked face. That of a spy! Then his gun turned from a large flamethrower, into a smaller magnum.
The men standing around backed away, fearing the spy even in his dead state.
The scout poked the corpse several times with his bat. "How did you kn-"
"Soldier's intuition!" the soldier shouted, "I am always vigilant on the battlefield, always ready, always prepared to fi-"
The soldier stopped, and his head shook slightly. Finally he fell forward and hit the floor face first, a blue balisong planted in his back, with a note on it. The men jumped, a hardhatted one started looking around nervously, the man covered in explosives pulled out his gun and look around nervously.
A rather large, no... rather gigantic man lowered his gun and stepped forward. he dropped to one knee and pulled the knife out of the soldier's back. The man grunted and struggled to read the note, it was clear he was either incredibly slow, or english wasn't his first language. Perhaps both the others though.
Originally Posted by
"BLU Spy
Oh... so sad... Pitiful RED team tripping over themselves, but it is no matter. You shall all die shortly. Look at you, you big lummox, I doubt you can even read this. Oh well, you will be taken care of shortly, a demain!
The man stared at it some more, turning it over several times. He then growled and crumpled the note, throwing it away.
"COVARDS! GO! HIDE LIKE THE
BABIES YOU ARE! BECAUSE YOU ARE COVARDS! AND NOW IS
COVARD KILLING TIME!"
With that the RED team looked nervously at each other, they all knew of the Spy's tricks, he could be disguised as any one of them, they could even be invisible, planning to stab them where they stood.
Could the red team win? Would they survive?
Only time would tell, and that time was running rather short.
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