I woke up at 8 AM, from my mother trying to get me awake. I saw a letter in her hand, and heard her say:
"Good morning sweety! You got mail today, I wonder who sent it to you."
She walked away and closed the door. I opened the letter even when very tired. After 2 minutes of struggling with opening it, I started to read the letter in my mind.
"Dear reader.
This is the founder of the Building League United, AKA BLU.
We are interested in offering you, yes, YOU! a place where to work in.
You will get more information when you finally arrive within the train."
The letter also included a trainticket to somewhere in Nevada. I thought to myself:
"Heck, I am nineteen an' I don't have a job and still live at my parent's house... I think I shoul' do it".
I got up from the bed and searched my drawers for some clothes, my cap and my bag. I went outside my room to talk to my mother.
"Mom, the letter offered me a job somewhere in Nevada. I need a job so I think I should get the job".
After my mother talking to me about how brave I am and even crying to my shoulder, I left the house. I am gonna miss my family.
It was raining roughly, and I went to my bike and got to the trainstation as fast I could and waited for the train to come. I also noticed other people waiting for the same train, such as a fat guy, a redneck and a black guy with an eye patch.
They talked to eachother about the job offer, but I got left out from the discussion. I didn't feel like talking anyway.
After the train finally arrived, I quickly went in and took a seat with a nice view. The train got filled pretty quickly, and the fat guy needed a seat. He looked at me, and asked me:
"Leetle man, can I seet here?"
I answered positively, and I almost flied out of my seat when he sat down. He laughed at me, and I smiled nervously to not to make it awkward.
It was really boring on the train, and I took my pokercards from my bag. I asked him:
"Yo, want to play some poker? It sure is borin' here".
"Poker? I played poker last time as baby! Geve me cards".
We played a few rounds of poker and had alot of fun.
Next day the train finally arrived to the destination. A man in a blue jacket was waiting for us.
"Welcome, welcome. I am the founder of Building League United. You will be working here for roughly six months before getting out, with a good payement. Our idea is to...".
The guy kept on talking and I started to yawn. It was boring. After the discussion, we went to a room with alot of equipment.
"...which is why we have to protect ourselves and our buildings from the Reliable Excavation Demolition by using pure firepower! Take all gear you want from here. We will start training soon".
I took myself a shotgun, pistol and a bat. I wanted to stay lightweighted and fast. I saw the fat guy taking a minigun and a belt of ammo on his chest.
"Haha, leetle babies will fear me!" He said, and smiled at me with all his big teeth going out.
"This is gonna be a tough time fo' me..." I thought to myself.
"Now before we start the training, I will ask everyone of you some personal questions in a room not far away from here. You, the skinny guy, I will start with you first" the guy in jacket said.
I nodded at him and followed him to a dark room with a table and two seats.
I sat down, and the guy started asking me questions.
"Hello. My name is Blutarch, and I want to ask you why did you want to join us?".
"Well, uhm, I haven't got a job so I came here" I said nervously.
"Okay. You seem like a really young man, how old are you? And have you used any firearm before?".
"I'm nineteen an' no, I haven't used a gun yet. But I'm really fast an' my punches really hurt".
"Okay. I will give you the nickname Scout. Your job is to capture the enemy's briefcase, and scout the enemy area. I use nicknames so you can keep your identity and I don't have to remember everyone's names. Okay?".
"Ok".
"Here's your key to your locker. And be ready for the training, I will teach you how to handle a gun. Next!".
I went out of the room just to see the nervous faces of my new teammates. They all asked me what was it like. I said piece of cake and went to the locker room.
I opened my new locker, and placed my picture of me with my family in it, just to remind me I will one day get out of here and make my family happy.
A tall man with a hat approached me.
"Is tha' yer family?" he asked kindly.
"Yep" I said and kept placing my stuff in the locker.
"Yer mother has the same nose" he said and smirked, then left to his to his own business.
After being done placing my stuff, I heard footsteps behind me, and a weird sound. A guy with a ski mask in red clothes was behind me, put a knife on my throat, and said:
"Thiz muzt be our new Scout, oui? Let me tell you thiz..." he said silently.
But then the tall man saw him, took a machete and pushed the Spy to the wall.
"Ye bloody Spies alweys hav' ta pick on the newbies, I'm sick of tha' and yer kind!" he yelled and pierced the Spy's chest with his machete.
"O' merde" Spy said silently, fell down and closed his eyes after bleeding alot.
"Are ye ok, kid?" the tall man asked as I watched the action very scared.
"M-mhm yeah" I said and quickly went out of the room to get some fresh air.
-to be continued-
Yup I wrote it and you can find it from the steam forums too.
Why did the sniper attack the stab the spy for talking the the scout?
Edit, that makes no sense
[I]Why did the sniper stab the spy for talking to the scout[/i]
[QUOTE=Jimbojib;18279020]Why did the sniper attack the stab the spy for talking the the scout?[/QUOTE]
Wait, what? :|
Oh yeah I just read that through
Awesome. Please continue it as fast as possible.
there
broke my automerge.
Doesn't fit the TF2 style, but you nailed the heavies character pretty well.
Entertaining though.
[QUOTE=Jimbojib;18279020]Why did the sniper attack the stab the spy for talking the the scout?
Edit, that makes no sense
[I]Why did the sniper stab the spy for talking to the scout[/i][/QUOTE]
The Spy was about to tell something to the Scout, and Sniper saw that he kept a knife on Scout's throat so he thought there was something wrong. Oui?
It's a little bit of an overreaction.
The spy,if you could read,Was red!There blue!
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