Post by Recoome on Aug 15, 2010 8:20:08 GMT -5
“Good luck everyone.”
Yamcha and the rest of his team had just been teleported into the game of Laser Tag.
”Alright guys, let’s do this. I hope you stick to the strategy, let’s all go to our designated positions. Stealth team, come with me. We should be quiet, no one shoot until we make first blood. On my mark. Ready, se-
“LEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENKINS!” “Hey look, some BLUE team scum. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!”
“Great, there goes one of our guys.”
“At least……at least I had chicken…….”
“Open fire guys! Open fire!”
After the retarded whiney eight year old got wrecked, all of Yamcha’s strategy had fallen into pieces. Yamcha decided that, for the heck of it, he would just run full force at the enemy base.
“My best bet is to go jump into the sewers below the forts, that way I won’t run into many enemies.”
Yamcha had quite skillfully made it through the underground sewers, run through an open courtyard and into the enemy basement without meeting someone. Yamcha stopped right at the hallway to the flag.
“Ok, I got lucky. Nobody saw me so far. There will most likely be some guys defending the flag, so I must strike quick and hard if I want to survive this.”
Yamcha runs down the hallway, to see three men standing around the flag. They were surprised to see that a lone man had made it this far into their territory, and Yamcha took advantage of this by killing one of them before any of them could get their guns up. One guy jumped behind a desk, while the other began to open fire on Yamcha. Yamcha used his artful dodging skill to evade all oncoming bullets and to kill the man firing on him.
“Well, that was TOO easy. Say, what happened to that other guy?”
“SIR, WE GOT A BLUE GUY IN THE FLAG ROOM!”
“Copy that, sending backup.”Suddenly, a voice blared through all of the speakers in the base.
“INTRUDER ALERT! BLUE GUY IN THE BASE!”
“A BLUE GUY IN THE BASE?!?!”
Yamcha could hear the sounds of a ton of RED team members running towards the flag room.
“This is NOT good.”
Just as Yamcha dispatched the RED guy who alerted the base, three men busted through a door, which he had not previously seen and had a questionable existence do to the fact that there was already an open hallway to the flag room. Yamcha quickly noted that the three men did NOT look like the other RED team members, as they had special gear on., one held a giant minigun, one had a Rocket Launcher, and the other had wicked looking shotgun that had the word scattergun written on it.
“How did you guys get special weapons?”
“Let’s just say we know a guy who works here. Anyway, prepare to die!”
Yamcha flung himself behind a desk as a barrage of rockets, bullets, and shotgun pellets flew at him.
“There’s no way I can win. I’m outgunned, outnumbered, and this desk can’t hold up much longer. I’m finished.”
Suddenly, he heard someone say:
“I never really was on your side."
Followed by the sounds of screaming. Yamcha looked up and saw that the man with the shot gun had stabbed the man with the minigun in the back, and that the Rocket Launcher guy had been disarmed, and is now laying on the ground defenseless.
“Some stealth master you are, the entire base is on alert!”
“How where you able to get the disguise as an enemy?”
“Well, my brother is the creator of this place. I used stealth to get here, then I opened a box that my brother enemy clothes in. Then I simply but the clothes on.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
“Yeah, I guess it pays to ha-GRAAH!”
The Rocket Launcher guy from before had just stabbed Yamcha’s newly found teammate in the back.
“NO!”
Yamcha shot the Rocket Launcher in the face, causing him to die. Yamcha stood in front of his body.
“Man that was to close. Say, what’s that noise? Oh wait……no…..MARTYRDOM! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-“Word count: 684
Yamcha and the rest of his team had just been teleported into the game of Laser Tag.
”Alright guys, let’s do this. I hope you stick to the strategy, let’s all go to our designated positions. Stealth team, come with me. We should be quiet, no one shoot until we make first blood. On my mark. Ready, se-
“LEEEEEEEEEEEEEROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOY JEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENKINS!” “Hey look, some BLUE team scum. FIRE! FIRE! FIRE!”
“Great, there goes one of our guys.”
“At least……at least I had chicken…….”
“Open fire guys! Open fire!”
After the retarded whiney eight year old got wrecked, all of Yamcha’s strategy had fallen into pieces. Yamcha decided that, for the heck of it, he would just run full force at the enemy base.
“My best bet is to go jump into the sewers below the forts, that way I won’t run into many enemies.”
Yamcha had quite skillfully made it through the underground sewers, run through an open courtyard and into the enemy basement without meeting someone. Yamcha stopped right at the hallway to the flag.
“Ok, I got lucky. Nobody saw me so far. There will most likely be some guys defending the flag, so I must strike quick and hard if I want to survive this.”
Yamcha runs down the hallway, to see three men standing around the flag. They were surprised to see that a lone man had made it this far into their territory, and Yamcha took advantage of this by killing one of them before any of them could get their guns up. One guy jumped behind a desk, while the other began to open fire on Yamcha. Yamcha used his artful dodging skill to evade all oncoming bullets and to kill the man firing on him.
“Well, that was TOO easy. Say, what happened to that other guy?”
“SIR, WE GOT A BLUE GUY IN THE FLAG ROOM!”
“Copy that, sending backup.”Suddenly, a voice blared through all of the speakers in the base.
“INTRUDER ALERT! BLUE GUY IN THE BASE!”
“A BLUE GUY IN THE BASE?!?!”
Yamcha could hear the sounds of a ton of RED team members running towards the flag room.
“This is NOT good.”
Just as Yamcha dispatched the RED guy who alerted the base, three men busted through a door, which he had not previously seen and had a questionable existence do to the fact that there was already an open hallway to the flag room. Yamcha quickly noted that the three men did NOT look like the other RED team members, as they had special gear on., one held a giant minigun, one had a Rocket Launcher, and the other had wicked looking shotgun that had the word scattergun written on it.
“How did you guys get special weapons?”
“Let’s just say we know a guy who works here. Anyway, prepare to die!”
Yamcha flung himself behind a desk as a barrage of rockets, bullets, and shotgun pellets flew at him.
“There’s no way I can win. I’m outgunned, outnumbered, and this desk can’t hold up much longer. I’m finished.”
Suddenly, he heard someone say:
“I never really was on your side."
Followed by the sounds of screaming. Yamcha looked up and saw that the man with the shot gun had stabbed the man with the minigun in the back, and that the Rocket Launcher guy had been disarmed, and is now laying on the ground defenseless.
“Some stealth master you are, the entire base is on alert!”
“How where you able to get the disguise as an enemy?”
“Well, my brother is the creator of this place. I used stealth to get here, then I opened a box that my brother enemy clothes in. Then I simply but the clothes on.”
“Wow, that’s amazing!”
“Yeah, I guess it pays to ha-GRAAH!”
The Rocket Launcher guy from before had just stabbed Yamcha’s newly found teammate in the back.
“NO!”
Yamcha shot the Rocket Launcher in the face, causing him to die. Yamcha stood in front of his body.
“Man that was to close. Say, what’s that noise? Oh wait……no…..MARTYRDOM! FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-“Word count: 684