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Spiny
Joined: 05 Jan 2008
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HP: 100 MP: 6 Lives: 1
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 Posted: Thu Mar 12, 2009 2:19 pm
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and hoovy
As Heavy returned to base after a near fatal injury, he stared at Sasha in deep thought, questioning the morals he fights for after a Sniper tried to pull a Headshot off him. A Scout who saw the targeting laser jumped infront of it, and took a full charge shot to the chest, killing him instantly, and diverting the bullet, nearly peircing Heavy's lungs. At the funeral, the large Slavic man simply muttered, "What point is there for this bloodshed?"
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and Puyro
And so the Pyro looked upon his, no, it's path of devastation with sickening glee, hoisting it's prized flamethrower into the sky triumphantly as it laughed maniacally. At it's feet lay the charred remains of Sentries and bodies. The RED team would know this...THING'S name and fear it for years to come as the monster who single handedly laid waste to an entire encampment with barely a scratch.
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and Mudek
Today was a good day for the Medic.
He had preformed seven Ubercharges, earned many achievments,unlocked the Ubersaw, and took part in the camture that won the game for his team. As he made his way back to the respawn room with the others, he blissfully hummed a song from his childhood, which eventually got the Engineer dancing.
There was much rejoicing on that day.
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and demoomun
As the Demoman set off the explosives he had set around the doorway, there was an explosion of fire, flesh, bone and blood. The nearly unrecognizable limbs of his prey rained from the heavens as the Demoman took a drink from his bottle of Scrumpy. Though he smiled on the outside, the alcohol was actually holding back an unfathomable depression caused by the fateful accident that took his eye and his family. He swore to himself to take down the monster in a drunken rage the likes no one has seen.
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and spah
The Spy entered the Intelligence room, only to find a sticky bomb trap around the desk. He simply laughed as he pulled his revolver out, and shot the bombs with pinpoint accuracy before cloaking.
The Demoman ran out of hiding after seeing his bomb count go down, and entered the room. The Spy then pulled out his instrument and composed a small, one note symphony. It was titled...
"EAAAAAAGH..."
The Final Moments of a Black Scottish Cyclops.
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I made the stories on the spot, but had no part in the videos.
Why is it that I can make a detailed story with as little inspiration as a picture with music, but I can't even get past the prologue when writing my own damn ideas?
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