It seemed like any other day on Lushbowl. RED was holding off BLU's great offense, with its better defense. He smelled the cool, fresh rain being tainted by the blood that clogged the air. He coughed a little before releasing the opaque stream of healing a large Russian man. His bald heavy gleamed with his sweat and rain mixing together, bringing an almost gleeful sound as the rain drummed on. The Medic smiled lightly, knowing another team member needed him but he knew this was where he belonged. The Medic sighed lightly before cracking his shoulders and following the large, slow man to where ever he believed there to be an enemy.&
TF2: Sapper Loves Sentry
by Mayu Zane
Team Fortress 2 is (c) VALVE
The Sentry was, at first, a somewhat cute little robot, erected in front of a control point. She was named Irene by her Texan father, and she always let everyone know she was there with her constant beeps.
As time went on, her father fed her with delicious metal, and she grew up to bear twin gatling guns on her front. Then she reached full bloom when she eventually sprouted a missile launching battery, now prepared to deal with the biggest of heavies, the fastest of scouts and the toughest of soldiers. That is, so long as they weren't ubered or out of range.
Then, the tim
The Red-clad Scottish demolitions expert shoved his eyelander into the dirt for support, straining to hold up both of his hands on the hilt to support his body weight. His body lurched a bit and blood coughed out of his mouth, already dead to the world. His head lifted upwards, driven only by anger and will, and roll it's only eye towards the Blue-dressed rocketeer across the bridge. Similarly, the soldier was keeled over, the pickaxe stuck in the ground a few feet in front of him as he vomited a mixture of blood and puke on the ground beneath him, getting the disgusting concoction all over his uniform, but still, he refused to give up. His h