Post by Recoome on Aug 16, 2010 9:01:37 GMT -5
“How was I so careless?”
Yamcha thought to himself about how he made it all the way to the enemy base, only to be killed in such a dishonorable manner. The one minute has just passed, and Yamcha heads out of his spawn back into the map. He sees a teammate behind cover. His teammate sees him and yells:
“Things aren’t going so good. The REDs are really hammering us. Are only hope is if we just run towards their base as fast as we can, and hope we get the flag.”
“I see…say, how’s our flag doing?”
“We have a sign saying the flag is this way, which leads to another sign that says the flag is that way, leading to ANOTHER sign that says the flag is that way, which points back to the original sign.”
“Ingenious! Now, rally the troops, we are charging their base full on.”
“Yes sir!”
Suddenly, Doug Dimmadome’s voice rang through the entire map.
“Because this match is taking so long, I decided that there will be NO respawning. After you die, you will be instantly transported out of the map and back into the real world.”
“Great, as if the pressure wasn’t already on us.”
“Actually, this could be our big break.”
“Do explain.”
“If we focus on killing them rather that the flag, we could pull this off.”
Yamcha assembled his team, and they gathered to start there rush.
“On my mark! 3. 2. 1. GO!”
“HEEEEYAAAAHHH! Wait, what’s that thing flying towards us?
“GRENADE! GET DOWN!”
A grenade then crashed down on the BLUE team, killing all but Yamcha.
“AH, THAT’S JUST GREAT! JUST. GREAT. NOW I HAVE TO DO THIS MYSELF!”
Yamcha had nothing to lose, except, well, the entire tournament. But he decided to block that little detail out of his mind. He jumps down into to the sewers again, deciding that it would be too hard to take out every single guy when he was the only alive, and that he had a better chance of getting the flag and returning it to his base. Unfortunately, the RED team anticipated that he would go through the sewer, and there was three RED team members already waiting for him.
“There he is! Kill him!”
Yamcha had to think. How could he possibly fight of these three men?
“I got it! I’ll go into an epic bullet time!”
Yamcha went into slow motion, making an epic leap out of cover. He fires on the three men, killing them all before they can even fire. Yamcha continues his crusade through the base. He made it back into the enemy flag room, and was greeted by the Rocket Launcher guy and the minigun guy from before.
“Ah, it’s you again. I hope you are ready to pay for what you did to me.”
“Think again, because I have one move that I am going to employ. One move that you won’t see coming. My one technique that will catch you off guard. The one move that actually makes this Dragon Ball Z related.”
CRASH
“What was that?”
“I think that was the fourth wall being broken.”
Yamcha smirks, and then begins to float.
“What…what is he DOING?”
“I’m flying, that’s what!”
Yamcha quickly grabs the flag and begins to fly out of the base towards his base, hoping to score the win for his team. Yamcha, thinking he was home free, began to show off by doing some flips through the air.
“HAHA! THIS IS AWSOME!”
Suddenly, the Rocket Launcher and the minigun guy began shooting rockets and bullets at Yamcha.
“HOLY CRAP!”
Yamcha wasn’t expecting to be shot at, so he was caught off guard. However, Yamcha quickly thought up a plan. Yamcha turned around, faced right at them, and shot a splitter ball while screaming.
“HADOUKEN!”
Yamcha blew them both up, and returned back to the base, capturing the flag, and ending the simulation. Yamcha expected to hear cheers from all his teammates, instead he heard:
“OH MY GOD THEIR DEAD!”
Yamcha, confused, looked up to see Doug standing over the bodies of The Rocket Launcher guy and the minigun guy.
“You idiot! You killed them! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!?!”
Yamcha decided that it was best not to argue with the guy. Yamcha took the trophy for winning, then flew up and out of the building.
Word count: 728.
Yamcha thought to himself about how he made it all the way to the enemy base, only to be killed in such a dishonorable manner. The one minute has just passed, and Yamcha heads out of his spawn back into the map. He sees a teammate behind cover. His teammate sees him and yells:
“Things aren’t going so good. The REDs are really hammering us. Are only hope is if we just run towards their base as fast as we can, and hope we get the flag.”
“I see…say, how’s our flag doing?”
“We have a sign saying the flag is this way, which leads to another sign that says the flag is that way, leading to ANOTHER sign that says the flag is that way, which points back to the original sign.”
“Ingenious! Now, rally the troops, we are charging their base full on.”
“Yes sir!”
Suddenly, Doug Dimmadome’s voice rang through the entire map.
“Because this match is taking so long, I decided that there will be NO respawning. After you die, you will be instantly transported out of the map and back into the real world.”
“Great, as if the pressure wasn’t already on us.”
“Actually, this could be our big break.”
“Do explain.”
“If we focus on killing them rather that the flag, we could pull this off.”
Yamcha assembled his team, and they gathered to start there rush.
“On my mark! 3. 2. 1. GO!”
“HEEEEYAAAAHHH! Wait, what’s that thing flying towards us?
“GRENADE! GET DOWN!”
A grenade then crashed down on the BLUE team, killing all but Yamcha.
“AH, THAT’S JUST GREAT! JUST. GREAT. NOW I HAVE TO DO THIS MYSELF!”
Yamcha had nothing to lose, except, well, the entire tournament. But he decided to block that little detail out of his mind. He jumps down into to the sewers again, deciding that it would be too hard to take out every single guy when he was the only alive, and that he had a better chance of getting the flag and returning it to his base. Unfortunately, the RED team anticipated that he would go through the sewer, and there was three RED team members already waiting for him.
“There he is! Kill him!”
Yamcha had to think. How could he possibly fight of these three men?
“I got it! I’ll go into an epic bullet time!”
Yamcha went into slow motion, making an epic leap out of cover. He fires on the three men, killing them all before they can even fire. Yamcha continues his crusade through the base. He made it back into the enemy flag room, and was greeted by the Rocket Launcher guy and the minigun guy from before.
“Ah, it’s you again. I hope you are ready to pay for what you did to me.”
“Think again, because I have one move that I am going to employ. One move that you won’t see coming. My one technique that will catch you off guard. The one move that actually makes this Dragon Ball Z related.”
CRASH
“What was that?”
“I think that was the fourth wall being broken.”
Yamcha smirks, and then begins to float.
“What…what is he DOING?”
“I’m flying, that’s what!”
Yamcha quickly grabs the flag and begins to fly out of the base towards his base, hoping to score the win for his team. Yamcha, thinking he was home free, began to show off by doing some flips through the air.
“HAHA! THIS IS AWSOME!”
Suddenly, the Rocket Launcher and the minigun guy began shooting rockets and bullets at Yamcha.
“HOLY CRAP!”
Yamcha wasn’t expecting to be shot at, so he was caught off guard. However, Yamcha quickly thought up a plan. Yamcha turned around, faced right at them, and shot a splitter ball while screaming.
“HADOUKEN!”
Yamcha blew them both up, and returned back to the base, capturing the flag, and ending the simulation. Yamcha expected to hear cheers from all his teammates, instead he heard:
“OH MY GOD THEIR DEAD!”
Yamcha, confused, looked up to see Doug standing over the bodies of The Rocket Launcher guy and the minigun guy.
“You idiot! You killed them! WHY DID YOU KILL THEM?!?!”
Yamcha decided that it was best not to argue with the guy. Yamcha took the trophy for winning, then flew up and out of the building.
Word count: 728.