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TF2 - Scout vs Scout, an awkward day
"Ma, why are we doing this?"
"Because his mother and I are good friends and we want you both to be friends, too!"
BLU Scout and his mother were going to meet RED Scout and his mother.
"But Ma! We are enemys! We are supposed to hate and kill each other!"
"I don't care, hon'! You have holidays, so you won't kill each other! Oh look, I can see them already!"
Both mothers ran up to each other giving each other a friendly hug. Both Scout stared at each other.
Both mothers were talking about some girly stuff, like shopping. Both Scouts didn't talk really much.
"You're so dead!", both said suddenly at the same time.
And the torture began.
First of all they did the most awkward thing ever: they went shopping with their mothers. The Scouts were teasing each other.
"Hey, BLU retard! This pink shirt would fit to a girl like you!"
"Oh yeah? Then look at this skirt! It would fit you with that shirt, RED dumbass!"
"Look at this jacket for little girls! Because you are
TF2 - A normal day with the team"GOOD MORNING MERCS!! WAKE UP OR YOU WILL FEEL MY DAMN BARE HANDS!", the CEO from MannCo roared as he opened all doors.
"I SAID WAKE UP! WAKE UPPPP!"
Suddenly, an arrow passed him and was stuck on the wall behind him. There was a note on it:
"Shut up and let us sleep.
-Christian Brutal Sniper."
"Fine,I'm gonna beat you all with my DAMN BARE HANDS!"
Suddenly, the flying guillotine almost hit him.
"Damn, almost got him...Zzz...", Saxton could hear the youngest of the team saying. It was the Scout.
Saxton sighed. As lazy as ever. They had holidays, so the team members didn't give a fuck to stand up. Even the CBSniper was still sleeping. Even the Horseless Headless Horseman Jr. kept sleeping in his grave. Suddenly he could hear some steps: it was the sleepy Heavy.
"Stop shouting, big man. Others want to sleep. Don't you remember what happened yesterday?"
Saxton remembered, yesterday he did the same and everybody started to beat the crap out of everyone.
"But it's 11 am already."
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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