TFC Story
by: Jacob Oost, 01-08-00
I'll never forget the day I made my 10,000th sentry gun. I had been
counting, and
waiting for this moment, for nigh on to three months. Our base was an
abandoned
prison, we were trying to guard an electronic key card thingy to prevent
the spreading of
dangerous gas. (of course, you can't prevent that whenever HWGuys are
around! he he
he) Anyway, as soon as I picked up my ammo and armor, I spotted an
enemy soldier. I
immediately fired my shotgun at his upper torso. It didn't seem to
affect him. No blood.
He just looked at me. I was wondering what was going on. Then it hit
me. He was a spy
on my team! Ha ha ha! He walked over to me and playfully stabbed me in
the head a
few times, and I fired my shotgun in his face, three times. We had a
good laugh over that
one, let me tell you............
Anyway, after fixing myself up again, I went to find a good spot to
build my
10,000 sg. I wanted it to be a good spot, someplace where it wouldn't
be destroyed. So I
chose the corner of one of the respawn rooms! I didn't want enemies to
sneak past that
laser.
Being in a respawn room, metal bags were in abundance and upgrading was
swift.
Ooooooh sweet! I love finishing them quickly, like before they get a
shot out. I was kind
of tense standing in front of my gun each time I had to upgrade or
refill, knowing that if
an enemy got between my sentry and I, I would die from my own sentry.
It's happened
before!
So anyway, I got the sentry to level three and went off to find a spot
for my
dispenser. I decided on putting it next to the sentry gun. Some people
might argue that it
makes no sense to put a dispenser in a respawn room, and those people
would be
annoying! Don't tell me what to do I'm the engineer! I put my
equipment wherever I
like! (that wasn't intended to sound dirty, by the way, but it is a
pleasant side effect!)
I could see that enemy sentry guns were taking out my team in great
numbers, so I
formed an idear and went off to find my spy friend. When I found him he
was dressed as
a red soldier still, but feigning death in the key room, guarding the
key I suppose. I had
to wake him up to get his attention.
"Listen here you," I said, "I have an idear for taking out those enemy
sentries, but
I'll need you to make it work."
"No mom, I want the robots!" he screamed. He was obviously hysterical
from the
madness of battle, or from the hallucinogenic grenades he'd thrown on
the floor for some
reason.
"Uh," I said, "anyway, I want you to go to the enemy base and load this
program
into every sentries' computer, okay?" I handed him a Windows 98 disk.
"Why?" he asked sleepily.
"So their computers will crash and their sg's rendered useless!" I
yelped. It was a
brilliant plan, I have to admit. It's a good thing I carry operating
systems in my pockets
whenever I go into battle. You should see my Unix pocket.
"Okay, but I want those robots done by the time I come back!" he barked
as he
walked off to the enemy base. He was obviously still a little
light-headed.
It wasn't long before I heard him say "I'm discovered! No!!!!!!!!"
Fiddle-twigs!
Looks like my incompetent spy friend couldn't hack it. I was going to
have to do this
myself! Alright, it's not like I've never been on offense before. I
usually died, but once I
took out a enemy sentry gun with a single well-placed emp grenade. I
think I died after
that.
I got all the ammo and grenades and armor and stuff I could stuff onto
my person,
and then headed off. I figured it would be safest to take the water
route, I didn't want to
face snipers or any other defense at the front of the fortress. Luckily
the enemy's tunnel
had not been sealed. I snuck into the shower room, and found a locker
with no lock on it.
I opened it and found a red engineer's outfit! Quickly I put it on,
cramming my own
outfit into the locker. There was a mirror and a shaving kit on a rack
in there, and a
picture taped up of some fat hag with every other tooth missing (so when
she smiled it
looked like a checkerboard). There was also a huge ball of fungus
growing out of her left
armpit. "Geez," I thought, "the women these red team guys go for!"
Well, just as I shut the locker a red demoman walked past me. I held
my breath.
He didn't seem to notice. I guess my disguise was going to work out
just fine and dandy,
like sour candy.
I walked through a hallway into the center yard, and there It stood.
It was the sg
to end all sg's. It was four floors high if it was an inch. Demomen,
hwguys, soldiers, and
snipers bowed to it, in praise of its firepower and accuracy. Scouts
danced around it
singing its name, The Ender. It had two hundred chainguns facing one
way, and another
two hundred facing the other way, and also there were sixty rocket
launchers, thirty on
each side.
On the wall near the warden's office was a huge tapestry depicting the
engineer
who built it. He looked exactly like Chuck Woolery. In the background
of the tapestry,
was a facsimile of the hideous female I saw in that locker. Ugh! Could
this mean that
she was his woman? Geez, he could do better. Show all the girls how he
uses his
spanner, heh heh. Sorry, sg-making just makes me giggle sometimes.
I decided to do something about this, since it was killing all of my
teammates. I
saw that all sorts of grenades and bombs and ammo did nothing against
it. I decided to
do something that I don't think had ever been tried before, by an
engineer on an enemy
sentry gun. I hit it with my wrench and selected option four,
dismantle.
Well, those scouts and soldiers and the rest stood there gaping for a
short while
and then realized that it was indeed gone. It didn't take them long to
realize that I had
dismantled it.
"Hey you!" came the shouts as I ran for the key, seeing my big chance,
"don't you
know who's sentry gun you destroyed?!"
I stepped into the bounds of a spotlight, and instantly it came on.
They realized I
was not on their team, and was some spy/engineer hybrid. That's when
the firing started.
But I was not worried my friends! Dismantling that sg gave me about 90
grenades, 6,000
shotgun rounds, and 13,000 armor points. I was set! However, my health
remained at its
normal 80.
Bang! I grabbed the key! I flew off with it, with 12 red team members
chasing
me. There was no way they could stop me with my armor level. I whooped
aloud in
rapture. I had never capped anything before! Here was my chance! I
was saving my
team! Glorious me!
And then I saw what seemingly would be my downfall. A red medic stood
gleefully blocking the entrance to the gas chamber half of the base,
with his
disease-spreading kit held out in front of him. Poo! I muttered.
Funny choice of words, as at that exact moment, something weird
happened. I
fired my shotgun at him, and lost my red disguise, but not wearing my
blue one
underneath it, I was left naked. Also, at that moment, I was hit with
the crippling need to
take a dump. I took off my helmet and went into it, all the while
running across the yard.
I was being fired on. The med stood there ready to infect me. I had a
helmet full of poo.
The med was about ten feet from me.
In one of the grossest maneuvers in tfc history, I whipped around my
helmet and
planted it into the enemy med's face. I ran past him, with nothing else
in my way. He
dropped his kit and groaned loudly, and tried to pull the helmet off of
him. He came
running after me, bumping into things because the poo in his eyes, and
trying to scrape
some of it off his face to throw at me.
His attempts at revenge were in vain! I ran through the last cell
block, and
charged into the gas chamber! I triumphantly slipped the card through
the little machine,
and watched with pure joy as the door shut, and the gas filled the
base. Ten people on
red team didn't find safety quickly enough, including the med, he he.
Sure I only got ten points, and my sg didn't kill anybody. But as we
prepared for
the next map, I was safe in the satisfaction that I had capped
something, and that I
slammed a helmet full of my own fecal matter into someone's face.
but then it went bad...
by: squirrel afterbirth, 01-08-00
(author's note: i know this isn't completely accurate to tfc, but i wasn't
aware it had to be.)
He knew the situation was not good. They almost had all of the battlefield
under their control but then it went bad. He exited the dormitory area and
was resupplying when he noticed something strange. The doors to the base
were opening on their own. "Something odd is happening at the base," he
reported but there was no answer. He decided to check it out.
There was nothing in the command center but a command flag and the chart,
and the chart didn't look good. He went to grab to flag, determined to win
the battle himself if he had to. He thought he might've heard something but
he had to hurry, had to help, had to... *ting* he whirled around only to be
yanked forward and then released by some masked figure. He looked down...
there was so much blood... he tried to call for his team, but could barely
gasp out the word medic... he dropped the flag... his pack slipped off of
his back... and he saw the figure go down too. "How did I...?" he wondered,
but the last thing he saw was a smile, a smile of near ecstasy on the face
of his killer.
The Hunted
by: Fire Ant, 01-08-00
"He'll be coming down the road in about 15 minutes" crackled the sort wave radio. The message was relayed to the five people sitting near him. All nodded and promptly disapeared into the wood. The next ten minutes were the longest of his life.
"The Revolution has its enimies you know"
"Yes, yes but this is nothing to worry about, just a few farmers with guns. We have trained solgers, that use the most advance weapons availbe to a country such as this."
"And if they have help?"
"Then we will kill them"
Damn this sucks, sitting he in the back of this damn armored car, driving so "god" back there can talk to the commitie. All i see is damn trees. When is this shit going to end. Every day a new place, he never sleeps in the same damn bed more than once.
"She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes, She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes, She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain, She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes"
Five minutes, mountain view road.
"CRUNK"
"Ah crap man, the engine died, looks like we over heated, steam pouring of the hood like that"
"Well, dont just stand there get out and fix it, ours had died too" came "god"s voice through the headset. Groening got out of the car, and walked around so that he could unlatch the hood. As he opened it up he noticed a small hole in the radiator, then followed it back into the block. He checked his car. Same thing.
"Wait till he gets out of the car", he wispered " from the looks of that gaurd down there they dont know what's happening" The small hole his Barret rifle made in the engine block of the armored cars was obvious to him, but the gaurds seemed oblivious to that fact. It didnt matter though, in less than two minutes they would be dead. A passenger door opened on the first car. And just as a man steped out a loud crack reverberated through the air. It wasn't the target. Two more shots were fired, droping the two gaurd unlucky enough to be in the open "I said wait, now we have to move fast, they should have a truck here within ten mintues"
The tank was five minutes down the road, and, after the call came in, turned abruptly and charged to the downed "procession"
Soldgers from a third car, stoped around the bend and out of sight(blocked by the downed cars in front of it), appeared now and started to comb the woods. There was no way that the target could be moved from the car. One, who was in the open, droped to his knees and topeled lifeless to the ground. He heard automatic fire, followed by the cires of his squad for help, cut short by Deaths hand. Small explosion went off about 100 meters south of him. "dont move, dont move" kept repeating through his mind, as if his team could hear him. He heard some running, panting, more automatic fire, then silence. Pepe was dead, he knew.
"I will not sit here like a coward, get me my soldgers, we will run to the tank, and leave this place."
"No, Iwill not endange your life in this way"
A small browning 9mm apeared from out of the leaders coat, fired one shot, then silntly slid back to where it had come from. "I suppose you will get me my gaurd then, Roland?"
The gaurds retreated from the forest, and all bunched around the door looking nervously into the woods. The rumble of a tank was evident in the distance. The distinctive crack of a Winchester .308 round told him that somewhere, Packard and his Walther were still alive. One of the soldgers fell, but quickly another one took his comrades place around the target. The mass started moving, headed toward the sound of the tank. There must be four, or five people before I would get to the target. He steadied his aim, and fired. Three bodies, no longer containing anything resembeling a head, fell, the fourth in line, holding his shoulder, where the bullet was lodged. Again he fired, the one who was lucky the first time around wobeled unsteady
quickly becoming a heap of bones and blood in the dirt. Through this hole it was possible to see the revolutionary, before anyone could respond, before the hole was filled, he fired one last shot. It was over, grabing his gear, he once again disapeared into the woods
The Pyro of Water
by: [LfA]-Spec-Panzerfaust, 01-08-00
I was dazed.
Turning, I found a backpack around a hole filled with water. Then I
noticed 2 more. I picked one up and saw my tank was full. Taking my
radio, I warned my friends I was to defend. I check my rocket launcher,
it's incindiary rounds, and head off. Plunging into the water, I swim
until I come to a corner, and head off again after taking a breath.
Tunnel ends, I turn right. I then heard it, the sound of shots fired
above, metal sliding. "THE FLAG!" I think to myself. "Someone is up
there!" I prepare a grenade and let it drop into the water. Seconds
later a loud splash is heard, followed by another, and a muffled, watery
scream. "Flag safe" I mutter thoughtlessly into my radio. That's one
less scout we have to deal with, for now...
I realize I am still in the water, and my grenade blast reached me
accidentally, so I turn to the tunnel I appeared from an start swimming
some more.
No rest for the weary, as I hear crackling over my waterproof
radio:"Grate is gone! Incoming through the tunnel!"
"Damn can't you scouts do anything right" I think to my lonesome, and
head back to the opposite sewer. Time to try out my rocket launcher, as
I shoot randomly into the watery shaft. After I empty out half my
rounds, a soft whisper of a death-cry. Finally some rest.
"Medic to flag room." I ask, as the flag phases into it's rightful
position. "Could use an engineer as well..."
I finally exit the green, bloodied liquid, and step into the elevator.
A medic approached I vaguely remember, and the engie never came. But I
stayed at my post, tiredly waiting for him. At long last I decided I
would occupy my foes while our team got the prize. "Smoke me a kipper
skipper, I'll be back for breakfast." I broadcast into my radio, as I
left the room I valiantly defended.
Jumping into the much-hated liquid once again, I swam to the first room
I was in. "Finally some armor; where's the engie anyways, we could use
one..." I rambled on. Then I saw the dread of my team: A chaingun with a
blue suit. "Might as well, he's about to enter the base anyways..." I
think to myself, as I start my flaming dance. He ran, the coward."He
must know me!" I chuckled to my so-very-lonesome. My speed was too great
for him, and as he started to taste the napalm I so love, he jumped into
our moat."Think you can get away that easy!?" I screamed at him, diving
in myself, once again using my missiles. It was over quickly for him,
for as he swam my rounds easily found his helmeted head.
Checking my armor... no damage."For all the rounds you shot you couldn't
hit me?' I screamed, surfacing.
"Well since im in here, might as well take the long route. Immersing my
head I searched for the path that lead to the divider wall. "To my left"
my brain sent me, and off I went. There I saw him, that scout that so
nicely blew up before."I dont have time for this...", I thought,
readying my shotgun. It was empty in a second, and the scout was full.
Taking my time to reload, I grabbed what munitions I could find on him
and swam on. He never heard me coming. That sniper was hiding in the
center, looking to behead one of us with a well-placed round, so trained
on the door that his ears never heard the whack of my crowbar on his
head. Proceeding towards the opposite side of the divider, and once
again -"How tiresome..."- diving into that dreadful liquid, I came up
under the bridge, hidden from sight as I regained my breath. I decided
the best way for me to spread some beautiful chaos -and napalm, mind
you- was to storm the front entrance. Nearly leaping from the fluiditic
matter, I shot a thoughtless shotshell into the door's controls. It
opened, and I proceeded into the Hated's base.
"Strange, no-one here." I noticed immediately, as surely a sentry would
have made me pay for my inattention. I thought I may turn back and enter
by the water, as had that Demolition man to our base; no, as he had
attempted, I corrected myself. And I began to run towards my most hated
molecule, dove once again, and arrived to their grate.
"When did they blow it up anyways...", I asked to the emptyness aound
me, and started down the long tunnel. In the distance, I saw it. A
large, black outline of a box with a small radar over it. A few
shotshells took care of that gun, and I continued, my breath nearly
gone. I knew the enemy was aware of my presence, and also knew that
there would be some opposition awaiting me, but I would finally have a
good fight. It had been so long since I burnt those siamese heavies into
extinction, those two friends that thought they were a match for me when
they couldn't hit the broad side of the Totalwar divider wall!
Taking a breath, and stepping onto the narrow ledge of the pipe, so that
I may hide from sight better, I warned my fellows of my position, and my
intentions.
"Any one scout that wants a flag you're welcome to come and take it."
I added I would keep them busy and that the water was a safe path.
My ears, by now, were used to the sound of my suited frame splashing
into water, and so I barely heard myself head towards their little
bridge. I surface after a short swim under it, and prepared myself. I
willed my adrenaline production into full gear and then thought:
"Hmm, I could use some health. When did I get hurt again?"
"Oh yes, that scout and his nailgun." I finally remembered, and head off
to their own supply room. I carefully approached the surface, and as
fast as my feet allowed I leapt out, grabbed some munitions and dove
once again.
"Full."
Thoughtlessly swam back to my previous position in their interior moat,
and prepared for the mayhem that would be caused by the sound of that
turret. Just as I had thought, I heard many "Spy in base" being said, as
half of the defenders left to their second floor supply room to check.
"No! Come back!" I nearly cried, seeing my challenge diminish.
"Oh well, no time now, that scout might be coming." I thought, and
hurriedly embarked the elevator, surveying my opponents.
"A Demo (pipe trap? probably), a soldier (uh oh, trouble!), and an
engineer." I trained my eyes onto his name badge and saw it was his gun
I shot out of the water. I knew I could handle the demoman, and the
engineer was like the proverbial snowball's chance in the hell of my
flamethrower, but why a soldier! Not that!
I was blessed.
He was obviously occupied listening to the radio messages from his team
for information on the "spy". As a small token of my gratitude (for
letting me up to his flag room), I sent him a package by air-delivery; a
beautiful, brand-new incindiary rocket to the face. And another. Luckyly
for him, he panicked and fell to the ground, smashing his body into a
lifeless pile.
I was laughing watching him, of course, but was quickly snaped back when
the elevator reached the summit of it's path and the vigilant demoman
detonated his trap.
Splash.
Again was I in the water. I readied my shotgun so that I could snipe him
from this lower position, as I heard buckshots hit the floor behind me.
T'was the engineer, and nothing more. I easily evaded his shots as I
trained my gun on the demoman; as he ran to the edge and jumped.....
Splash.
I quickly reloaded and began to fire at him, aware that staying too long
would mean a pulse of electro-magnetic energy ripping my body to shreds
using my own weapons. I quickly threew what munitions I needed not
towards him, and it happened, that pulse came sooner than expected.
I was fortunate to have fired enough rockets so that the damage was
minimal, but the explosion of my discarded rounds took the poor demoman
by surprise. He looked in surprise to where he had felt the blast come
from, and forgot to breathe...
I heard swimming behind me, it was that scout I had "requested".
I signed him the clear and he took the elevator up, as I surfaced to
distract the engineer. I could not see him, where was he now?
A large blast followed by an echoing scream. Was it echo? Or two
voices?...
I hurried up to find some debris of a dispenser, with the body of the
scout, laying where the blast had thrown it. And the engineer? I quickly
dispatched him (the first today) with my flame-thrower.
"Oh well, thanks for the gift.", I told his lifeless corpse.
I took the flag and swam to my base. I was finally glad to see my supply
chamber, and throwing a napalm grenade, so that I may dry faster, I took
once again to defending the flag.
I don't recall exactly what became of those 3 that I scared into death
(did I see them again?), and I slept well, in our undisturbed flag room.
All I know is they will stay out of the water, for they know there's a
new shark dwelling there. And he wields a flamer.
Letter from a pyro..
by: [WTF]Admiral, 01-08-00
Hello.
I am a Pyro.
You may have seen me around, but I tend to keep away these days, as for some reason plenty of people don't appreciate what I can do for them.
When I do get called up for battle, it seems even to me that I am of limited use, but my therapist keeps telling me to think positive thoughts so I can get off the prozac.
The soldiers look down their noses at me, because even though my gun is just as big as theirs, it cant blow up tanks and small communities in one shot.
The scouts hate me with a vengeance. They have done ever since I accidentally dropped that Napalm Grenade outside the respawn room and left some of them with their fancy nylon pants melted to their arses.
I do have a few friends however. I am good mates with the demomen, because out on the battlefield there aren't really many corner shops to go and buy a cigarette lighter from, and my flamethrower does the trick.
And the HWGuys like me as well, because I can whip up a good barbeque for them to cook their lunches on in seconds. The reason they are so fat is because of the sides of bacon hidden in their pockets. But don't tell them I told you that OK?
But personal relationships aside, I can hold my own against the enemy. I'm still trying to workout that rocket jump trick, but I don't think I'm meant to do that.
When I come across an enemy HWGuy, I can easily run around them and cook them to a crisp, and usually come out pretty healthy as well. The medics have become a bit tired of removing AC ammo from my arse though.
Enemy snipers nests are nothing but a big flammable hidey hole to me, and there is nothing more appealing than watching a sniper trying to shoot you while they are covered in fire.
One thing I have to work on though is my uniform.
It looks like a giant red condom, and doesn't really help my credibility out much as you can imagine. Maybe I can get some of the spies to whip me up a new uniform. God knows they like to play dress up enough, they should at least have some basic sewing skills.
Uh oh, here comes the Engineer, he needs my help to do a bit of welding on his damaged Sentry Gun, so I better be off.
Love, Gary the Pyro
A Spy's Story
by: TWISTL, 01-08-00
Here is a true tale of glory from my TFC adventure last night.
The spy carefully crept up the spiral stair leading from the underground
waterway. At the top he paused briefly to make sure no enemy soldiers were
on guard. Disguised as an enemy combat engineer, he was confident he could
slip into the heart of the fortress unchallenged.
As he rounded the corner he primed and threw a gas grenade. But just as the
grenade clattered into the enemy supply room, a large enemy landed next to
him with a thud. The alert enemy quickly fired up his auto-cannon and
started to unload upon the surprised spy. The spy ran down the corridor,
jumping frantically left and right.
He could feel several impacts before he reached the relative safety of the
ramp. A quick check showed only slight damage - only a few wounds and minor
damage to his body armor. At the top of the ramp a quick scan revealed no
enemies in sight.
He darted past another supply room and headed for the battlement. A sniper
in a blue uniform stood absorbed in the view through his scope. The spy
shot him once with his tranquilizer pistol, then quickly drew his dagger.
The dagger plunged twice and the sniper was silently dispatched. Peering
around the battlement pillbox revealed two more enemy snipers with their
sites trained on the spy's comrades. Four quick dagger thrusts, and two
more snipers lay in pools of their own blood.
The spy ducked into a corner near the battlement entrance and started to don
a sniper disguise. Just before he was complete, an enemy with a grenade
launcher rounded the corner and spotted him. He dodged several grenades and
couldn't help but smile when one of the grenades carromed back into its
sender. A few more dagger thrusts and another enemy had fallen.
Pausing only briefly to drop another gas grenade outside the supply room, he
darted down the tunnel leading into the depths of the enemy fortress.
Another smile crept onto his face as he faintly heard an enemy choking on
the gas behind him. As he descended he pulled on the engineer disguise once
again. With the disguise barely in place, he passed an unsuspecting enemy
soldier moving up the tunnel.
When he reached the lower level a careful survey revealed no enemies or
sentry gun implacements. As he grabbed the enemy flag, alarms screamed out.
Halfway up the ramp he spotted the careless soldier he had passed earlier,
returning a bit too late to his guard duty. The soldier was quickly
disoriented from a hit from the spy's tranquilizer pistol. Nonetheless, the
spy took heavy damage when the soldier's rocket impacted on the wall next to
him. But juked and leapt around the dazed soldier and emerged from the
tunnel.
Several enemies were rushing toward him from their supply room. He managed
to drop a few grenades before he leapt off the grating onto the ground
floor. He could hear footsteps and an auto-cannon spitting bullets behind
him.
Bright sunlight greeted him as he emerged from the enemy fortress. He
turned around quickly to drop a few more grenades to cover his tracks. He
then sprinted across the bridge despite his wounds, dodging side to side to
avoid the snipers he knew would be training their sites on him. As he
ducked into his own fortress, he heard a sniper's bullet ping off the wall
mere inches from his head.
The spy climbed the ramp and ran onto the battlement. He proudly planted
the enemy flag, then fired a shot in defiance at an enemy sniper across the
way. He didn't bother to see if he hit his mark, but stumbled into the
supply room. Exhausted, all he could say was, "Medic."
Vigil
by: JH007, 01-08-00
A sniper. One of the most feared and loathed classes in this whole war. I smile. It’s nice to be recognized, sometimes. As I crouch in our battlements, I keep a watchful eye over the other team’s entrance and battlements. Of course, there’s nothing I can do if they decide to slip through the water access, but hopefully the night guard and the sentrygun down there can handle them. I’ve been here for nearly six hours, and any normal person’d be bored out of their mind. Not me. I actually like the graveyard shift. The only bad thing about it is when those red pricks decide to attack. I’m usually getting my beauty sleep. Of course, after three months at my position, you learn to get by with three hours of sleep.
An hour later, I bring my rifle down to rub the condensation off its scope. I’ve got a bit of a headache, so I bring my pack off my shoulders and grab a couple of Tylenol I keep in there for events like this. Candy, I like to call it. Bringing the scope back up to my eye, I peer into the entrances of Red’s fort. Sitting there are eight shiny little cylinders, four in each door. Pipebombs. A nice present for anyone trying to bust in the front gate without an invitation. There’s probably a demoman in there somewhere, just waiting…though this isn’t a regular occurance. He’s gotta be tired, maybe even asleep. Bringing my rifle back up toward their battlements, I start to do a quick sweep of them just as I hear a slug go ‘WHEET’ straight pass my ear. It takes all my self-control, but I freeze, knowing that if I move, any decent sniper’ll notice my motion and I’ll be dead before I hit cover. Slowly I bring my rifle back around and catch a shadow that wasn’t there a minute ago. Aiming just above his head, I charge my rife. He’s still oblivious to the small red dot getting brighter above his head…until it lands on his forehead. He starts to leap up, but it’s too late for him. I release my trigger and the bullet lances straight into his skull and he falls to the deck of the battlements, his rifle making a loud CLACK as it hits the concrete.
This is bad. The noise no doubt alerted that demo-BOOOOM! Any thoughts in my head are torn out of it as the demoman detonates his pipebombs. I start to charge my rifle again, and just in time, too. Here he comes, looking for anyone...but there’s nothing for him to see. He starts laying his lethal cylinders again, but as he drops his third one, he never gets a chance to drop his fourth. My bullet saw to that. Radioing in, I call to my mates. “Sniper one here, demoman down, red entrance. I’ve got fire support if you need it...the whole Red team has to be up from his blast. I also got their sniper in the battlements.”
“Sniper one, this is commander. We’re moving in. Provide any cover you can give us. 2 soldiers, 2 heavys, medic, pyro, and demoman are going in.” So. I’ve given them their entry. Now to see that they make it there intact. All the lights in Red’s fortress snap on with blinding intensity, revealing an overweight guy with a big gun in their entrance. I charge my rifle as my friends run out of our entrance. The heavy’s gun starts to spin up, but it never fires. Another textbook headshot, and my friends are clear. I return my gaze to the battlements, to see one--three--eight rockets lance up to them, blowing a poor demoman to bits. Unfortunately, not before he tossed out a MIRV grenade.
“SQUAD! GRENADE!” I scream. They scatter. The two heavies jump off the bridge, into the water. One soldier doubles back and sprints, the other running forward, past the grenade to relative safety. The demoman also leaps into the water, followed by the medic. The pyro, reluctant to enter the water, hesitates, then doubles back. Not fast enough. A blinding explosion, and he flies through the air, tumbling, to slam into our battlements. I risk a glance at him. He’s dead. “Squad, pyro down. Heavies, demo, med in the drink, soldiers in the open.” I radio. Two scouts sprint with blinding speed out of our entrance as the soldiers move in. I can hear loud explosions and gunfire from inside the Red fortress…our assault has begun. What follows in three minutes of garbled radio chatter and the sounds of guns, grenades, and death.
“Medic! Help me!”
“SG in their flagroom! I need support!”
“Where’s that goddamned heavy! We need him! Heavy fire in the ramp room!”
“Look out, EMP!”
“Scatter!”
“Scout two, I’m hit pretty bad…Oh, no--*boom!*
“Entryway secured!”
“Aarrgh! Sentry in the *gunfire* Ughhh..”
“Clear the room! MIRVs going in!”
“Soldier down! Medi-AAARR!”
“Medic here! I need some help! AARG! *gunfire*”
“SG in flagroom destroyed! Scout, go go go!”
Then, over the loudspeakers: “Your team has the enemy flag!” I see two snipers move onto their battlements, followed by a soldier. He’s the dangerous one. My rifle, fully charged, finds his forehead, and fires. He drops, and I dive off to the side as two bullets impact where my head was a split second ago. Automatic gunfire comes from Red’s entryway. I see the heavy, charge my rifle, and-“POP.” I grunt in pain as the bullet from red’s sniper slams into my leg, but keep my aim and watch the heavy fall. I drag myself to cover and start screaming for a medic as I try to stop the bleeding. I catch one scout fly out of Red’s base, but with no flag, followed by another, carrying red’s flag as he runs for our entrance. Next, a heavy. But he just caught two sniper rounds to the back. He’s dead. Another figure sprints out, fast. Must be the medic. I start to drag myself to the ammo room, where I can get a medkit. I see the scout carrying the flag rush onto the battlements. Wondering where the other scout went, I continue pulling myself toward the ammo room. I see another scout. There he is.
At this point, I remember three things. One. We sent in two scouts. Two. The medic died. Three. One of the scouts died, too. I start to pull up my auto rifle, just as a fourth fact enters my mind. Scouts don’t carry knives. I pull the trigger, riddling him with bullets, and he collapses backward. Sighing in relief, I start to pull my way past the spy’s dead body, and I hear the words “Your team captured the enemy flag!” Grinning in relief, I reach the door to the room and open it, just as I feel a knife enter my spine. He feigned! I realize. As my vision fades, I hear the auto sentry in the ammo room activate and hear the spy’s cry as he is filled with lead. A small victory. I thought, as my vision went black and my brain shut down.
Teamwork
by: SilentHunter, 01-08-00
“5 minutes people! 5 minutes and counting!” Omega Red barked. The General and his troops stood in the resupply room of their fort, discussing the actions that were going to take place in today’s battle. “Major Makyla, you call out offense role. Specialist Panzerfaust, call defense after that.” Two crisp “Yes sir’s” came from the soldiers.
“Alright, here is the offense lineup. General ArSeNuLL is playing soldier; Command Sergeant Major Killjoy is playing soldier; Staff Sergeant Sephiroth is playing soldier; Staff Sergeant Silent Hunter is playing spy; and I’m playing demo. Got that? Any questions?” The offense gathered together and waited for the defense to be called out.
“Rest of you are taking D. That includes General Omega Red as soldier; Command Sergeant Major Biz as engineer; and I’m going pyro.”
“What’s the new guy playing?” All the heads in the room turned to the man standing alone in the corner.
Panzer spoke up, “Since he has to learn the ranks, he is staying D with us. Don’tShoot, you are going to play demo.” The recruit saluted and everyone turned their attention back to Red.
“This is how the plan works. I want a constant flow of offense into the enemy base. You did, you respawn and get back over there. You drop the flag, you let everyone know where it is and you get back to it. Defense sets up in the immediate vicinity of the flag. We don’t leave the flag room unless to resupply. If you do, then let us know and do it fast. Also, if the flag is in danger, whoever is in the base at that time needs to report to the flagroom for backup. Any question?”
All of them looked around at each other, felling different emotions. Some felt excited, some pumped, and others nervous. But they all knew they were good enough to pull this off.
“20 seconds!” screamed Silent Hunter. The steal doors of the respawn room shook loudly, then came to life. The warriors packed up and stepped on to the cold metal floor, ready to win.
Red and Panzer stepped into the box elevator that would take them up to the flag room. Across the huge room that gave “The Well” its name, the other elevator moved upwards carrying Biz and Don’tShoot.
Red checked his rocket launcher to make sure it was full and stepped off the elevator. He stood on the overhanging catwalk. As Panzer ran by, he threw out his extra ammo. Panzer gave a quick nod and picked it up. He ran it over to Biz, who was already busy building his sentry gun. Biz glanced across at Red, his eyes showing gratitude.
Red watched as Panzer ran to the attic to pick up extra ammo for Biz. Off to the right, he could hear the pipebombs bouncing around the flagroom. So far defense looked good.
“Red to Maky, D is set. How is O?”
“Copy Red. I’m getting Silent in right now to give us some inside info. The rest of O is waiting in respawn.”
“Copy Maky.” Makyla turned off the radio and looked through the window in the middle of the bunker. He could see an enemy scout running across the bridge, not knowing that Death was waiting around the corner. As the scout came through the door, a well-placed pipebomb plunged into the poor scout. Maky could hear a scream as blood splattered onto the wall.
He ran over the bloody body and dove into the water. He swam to the grate and pulled out the detpack. He set it for 10 seconds and started to swim to the other end. Maky climbed out of the water and flipped his radio on.
“Silent, you got six seconds. Get moving!” Maky ran back through the bunker and back to the base, to help with D, until the spy got the info they needed.
The spy got the radio message through his earpiece and swam to the surface. Silent counted to himself, “4…3…2…1…” A low rumble shook the earth and the water rippled. He hopped into the water, already disguised as a blue engineer. As the spy turned the corner, he passed an enemy soldier. Silent looked at him trying to act casual, praying he wouldn’t shoot. The soldier just swam by. “Must have been a newbie,” he thought.
As he neared the end of the water tunnel, he changed disguises. This was incase the soldier responded to his team to look out for a spy disguised as an engineer. The hologram of a medic washed over him like a waterfall.
His job was to look around and give any important feedback to the team. Then when the offense was ready to attack, he could take out any sg’s.
Silent got out of the water and glanced up the hanging ledges over the water. He could see a heavy weapons guy and a soldier but he would need to get a closer look later. He ran to the main entrance and saw no D. Good, that would help out a lot. Next he headed to the sniper loft. As he ran up the ramps he passed a sniper. Killing him would have to wait. He rode the elevator up to the attic. Afraid he would see a towering soldier at the top, he was surprised to see no D at all. That could mean good or bad. In a good way, he could get the offense into the attic to attack. The bad news was that it meant all of the D was huddled in the flag room. When he got off the next elevator that took him into the “well” room, he saw a very nice sight.
Both the enemy hwguy and soldier had their backs turned. He ran to the corner of the room and feigned silently. He then started his reconnaissance mission.
“Silent here. Got my report, over.”
“This is Maky. The offense is all ears, go ahead.”
“Ok, no D at water entrance or main entrance. One sniper in base windows. No D in attic. Three defenders in flag room. One hwguy, one soldier both on catwalks. Also one sg in flag room, with its dear engie guarding it. Over.”
“We copy, thanks.”
“Red to Silent, did u see any incoming enemies?”
“Yes sir, two soldiers but there may be more advancing towards base.”
“Thanks, we are ready for ‘em!”
“Alright, we got incoming enemies. Red wants me and Seph to stay back on defense. Killjoy, you and Arse head over and meet up with Silent. Grab the flag and we will meet back up with you after the enemy forces are destroyed. Ok move out!” Makyla finished. Him and Seph headed toward the flagroom for back up.
Killjoy looked over to Arse. “We got a flag to cap. Let’s roll!” Arse smiled and ran out of the doors.
Biz swam into the flag room shouting. “They got two soldiers coming through the water tunnel. I’m really hurt, I gotta get some health!” He ran off to the respawn room, passing Panzer coming into the huge room.
“I was in the sniper loft watching for advancing enemies. A demo was coming across the bridge with a scout. Think they are trying a flag cap.”
“Why didn’t Arse and Kill stop them?”
“They were already in the water heading for the base. Guess we have to stop them.”
“Ok, Panzer, Maky, and Seph get into the attic. We will guard the flag. GO!” As soon as they left the flag room, a rocket erupted out of the water. The two soldiers sprinted out of the water into the back of the room.
“Biz and Don’tShoot stay up here. I’m going down to stop them,” shouted Red. He hopped off the platform. As he fell into the water, a rocket flew over his head into Biz’s sg. Biz’s voice rang over his earpiece, “Sg down! I repeat, Sg down!”
Red primed a nail grenade and flung it out of the water. After he heard the explosion, he jumped out of the water, surveying the surroundings. The flying shrapnel had taken down one enemy but the other was still alive.
The soldier shot a rocket at Red as he leaped into the air. Red returned the blast. The blast exploded at the enemy’s feet, blowing him onto the above catwalk. When the soldier turned to go to the flag, he was surprised to find Biz’s shotgun pointed into his stomach.
“Goodnight!” Biz laughed as he pulled the trigger. The soldier’s stomach blew open as his lifeless body fell into the murky waters below.
“Red to Panzer, we cleared the flag room.”
“This is Panzer. Maky is down but Seph and I got the demo. The scout escaped, he should be there any second.” The elevator rose as the radio clicked off. There stood the scout. He took off running in the direction of the flag. Red couldn’t hit him with the rockets and Biz was to far away. “Coming your way Don’t. Hope your ready!”
Don’tShoot had been nervous minutes ago. He had waited in the flag room listening to the sounds happening just feet away. Voices rang through the air, bot familiar ones and others he had never heard. Explosions had rocked the walls and a final shotgun blast had ended all of the noise. Then he got the radio message over his earpiece.
Now time had frozen. All he could hear was his own hearth thumping in his chest. The scout was running past him in slow motion. He closed his eyes, feeling the pain that was inflicted on them from the sweat that ran down his forehead. He couldn’t think straight but something snapped into his mind when the scout touched HIS flag. His job was to defend it, and that is what he was going to do.
Don’tShoot reached down and pushed the detonation button. A fireball erupted from the pipebombs; heat burned his face. A crackling noise came into his ear.
“Red to Don’tShoot, good job. Looks like you are going to make it.”
“Silent, this is Arse. Killjoy and I are in position.”
“Yes, sir. I’m moving now. Over.” Silent waited till the hwguy had turned his back, then hopped up. The spy ran to the flagroom. The engineer looked at him suspiciously. He took his extra pack of ammo and tossed it to him. The engie took it and turned back around, watching over the water.
“This is too easy,” Silent thought as he pulled the pins out of two grenades. He lobbed them into the confined room and dove behind the wall for cover. Next came an explosion and a horrible scream.
“Sg out. Grabbing flag, I repeat Sg out!” Silent shouted over the radio. He smashed the button and leaped out of the barred windows with the flag. Rockets exploded from the attic doorway, must have been Arse and Killjoy covering him.
Silent Hunter swam rapidly through the tunnel, dropping gas grenades behind him.
“Silent, Arse here. We took out the guards but Killjoy got taken down. See ya at the base.” This might be a problem. Nobody was going to be behind him to help cover because Arse was to far back and Killjoy was back at the base with the others. He prayed that nobody was following him.
As he jumped out of the water, he heard the worst noise he could have possibly heard; the spinning of an assualt cannon. Silent didn’t think, he just ran for the cover of the bunker as the hot lead ripped into his flesh. Just has he thought his life was going to end, a rocket came whirling out of the doorway. Killjoy appeared, launching another rocket towards the hwguy.
Silent jumped pass Killjoy and headed for the base. As he ran into the flag room, he saw that everyone was waiting. The steal doors of the capture point opened up and Silent slammed the flag into place.
“Good job everyone. Ok get in your places, we gotta do this again. Move!” shouted Red.
“Killjoy this is Silent, thanks for the cover back there. I really needed it.”
“No problem comrade. Now get moving, we have flags to cap!”
First Day on the Job
by: [P]Jaygr, 01-08-00
Demon looks around during the prematch period. Viper, the clan's leader is
discussing battle plans. Demon finds it hard to concentrate. He can't stop
thinking about the upcoming battle. It is his first. He knows that after
countless hours of training he is ready to handle what the enemy can give
him. But he just can't get rid of the sick feeling that he has.
"One minute until battle begins", a voice rang out over the intercom.
Demon's heart begins to beat faster.
"Demon! Pay attention!" shouted Viper. "I want you on offense."
"Great" Demon thought. "Just through me right into enemy lines on my first
day."
"Your top priority is to heal the scouts as they do the flag running. If
you have a chance to cap the flag, do it, but remember, your top priority is
to keep everyone healthy. Understand?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Ten seconds until battle begins" the voice said.
Demon picks up his medpack and nervously waits for the battle to begin.
Demon makes his way to the sniper's deck. The wind was strong that day. He
peers out and sees two red snipers. As he walks out farther onto the deck,
something whizzes by his head. He falls to the ground.
"Damn that was close" he muttered as he looked at the fresh bullet hole in
the wall behind him.
More shots rang out.
"SPLAT!"
The sniper closest to him takes a headshot and is gibbed.
"Not much I can do for him." he thought.
He looks out onto the bridge connecting the two forts. He notices Tim1212,
a demoman, crouching down and clutching his leg.
"MEDIC!" screams Tim1212
A red dot is circling the area around him.
Demon knows that the quickest way down is to jump off the deck. He closes
his eyes and holds his breath as he steps of the ledge.
"THUD!"
Demon's feet hit the ground hard. He grimaces in pain. He knows that he has
to be careful. This is real life, not some game. If he dies, that is it.
No respawning, No map reset.
"I'm coming Tim, just hold on!" Demon shouts over the communication system.
Demon races across the bridge to Tim's side.
"You'll be alright, buddy." says Demon.
"That sniper is locking in on us" says Tim1212 with obvious pain.
Demon looks up for the sniper and a red glare blinds him.
"GET DOWN!" yells Tim1212 as he pulls Demon down just as a shot rings out.
"Keep your head down!"
"We have to get out of the open", says Demon, "Put your arm around my
shoulder and try to hop with me. We'll head for the entrance to the fort."
"On three, one..two..three!"
Demon picks up Tim1212 and together they struggle to make it to shelter.
One more shot is heard as they dive into Blue's fort.
"How are you doing?" asks Demon as he sets Tim1212 down against the wall.
"Bandage me up and I should be fine." Replies Tim1212.
Demon attends to Tim1212's leg as best he can.
"I'm gonna rest here a bit and get my strength back. You go ahead, the
others need you." Says Tim1212.
Demon gathers up his medpack and gets ready to leave. As he turns around he
notices a pool of blood on the floor. Little drops are dripping down from
above. He looks up. There on the grate is a red scout, his dead body
bleeding from a chest wound. Demon freezes with fear as the reality of the
war sinks in on him.
"Status!", Viper's voice blasts over the communication system, "Defense?"
"Defense is holding our own, sir! No causalities, but we're under a lot of
enemy pressure!"
"Good job D, keep it up! Now, the offense and I aren't doing so well. I saw
a lot of causalities, so I want a roll call!"
"Reporting, sir!" Replied the Hwguy, Eagle.
"Reporting but injured, sir!" Replied Tim1212
"Tim, I want you to take the water route back to our fort and get to the
ward. Can you manage that on your own?"
"Yes, sir."
"Well, anyone else left on O...ANYONE?!?! Shoot, we're even more depleted
than I thought. Alright men, we.."
"Re-re-porting, si-sir." Says Demon.
"Damn it Demon! Why didn't you say something earlier??"
"Sorry, sir"
"Well, this is a little better. Offense, meet in their ramp room ASAP!"
Demon kneels with Viper and Eagle under one of the ramps in the ramp room.
"Our defense is holding off the attacks very well. We have ten minutes left
in the match. The way I see it, if we can cap the flag just once, we can
win this thing. We'll take the elevator route. It is a long drop, so
prepare for some pain. After that, do whatever it takes to get the flag and
get out. Good luck, men. If we stick together, we can pull it off. Let's
move!"
They make their way up the ramp to the elevator shaft with no resistance.
One by one, they take the plunge to the floor below. They grunt with pain
as they land. They move single file to the area in front of the supply
room. They can hear voices and the all too familiar sound of a sentry gun.
"This is it", Whispers Viper, "Ready...GO!"
Viper is the first to round the corner, his rockets blasting. Eagle goes
next, then Demon. Demon's heart is pounding. He shoots wildly into the
crowd of Blues. He sees Eagle take the corner to the short hallway leading
to the flag room. The sound of a sentry gun locking in on its target is
heard. Eagle's body violently shakes as the gun does its damage. With his
last ounce of strength he engages and throws a MIRV grenade at the gun.
After a series of explosions the gun is destroyed.
"Damn it!" Shouts Demon as he sees Eagle go down.
Knowing that the sentry gun is down, Demon enters the small hallway.
"BOOM!"
Suddenly he is launched forward by a blast. He hits the opposite wall with
a painful crash. A blue soldier was advancing to put the finishing touches
on. Demon comes to his senses and pulls out his super nail gun. Just as
the soldier is lifting his rocket launcher, he lets nails fly right into his
face. The soldier reaches for his face and goes down immediately.
"His health must have been low" Demon breathes out with a sigh. He gets to
his feet and enters the flag room.
Demon stops dead in his tracks he enters the flag room. It is a mess.
Fallen comrades were everywhere, their lives taken on earlier flag runs. He
glances at his timer. Four minutes and Forty seconds left.
"Time to focus." Demon thinks as he tries to get the images before him out
of his head.
Demon runs over to the flag.
"This is it!"
He grabs the flag and as he turns around, he notices a blue Hwguy standing
behind him. He squeezes the trigger on his nail-gun.
"CLICK....CLICK.....CLICK"
Demon's heart sinks as he realizes that he has no ammo left.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh, heh." The Hwguy lets out a sinister laugh.
The sound of the Hwguy's gun winding up is heard. But there is also the
sound of a pipe-bomb launcher.
"BOOM!"
Demon shields his face from the explosion. As he looks up he sees Tim1212
standing behind a pile of gibbs.
"I sure am glad to see you, buddy!" Shouts Demon.
"No problem. Now go cap that flag!" Replies Tim1212.
Demon looks at his timer. Two minutes left. He knows the quickest way out
would be a concussion jump up the elevator shaft. He leaves the flag room.
He notices Viper's body lying motionless near the supply room. The Hwguy
had gotten him. Demon takes one final look, primes a grenade, and jumps up
the shaft.
The ramp room is still quiet. Demon makes his way down the ramp, and down
the hallway to the entrance of the Blue fort. He decides that the quickest
way to cap the flag is to do a water concussion jump onto his team's
balcony. The only problem is that he never actually was able to do one
before.
"One concussion grenade left. One chance." He thinks.
Demon runs out of the fort and jumps into the water. He throws the grenade,
counts to two, and swims upward at an angle toward his base.
"BOOM!"
Demon feels the wind rush past him as he is launched into the air.
"Whaaaa whoooooo!!!" , he shouts, "So this is what it feels like to fly!"
Demon soars up and over the balcony and lands hard. He staggers to his feet
and heads toward the capture point.
Demon comes to a stop as he notices a blue medic standing in front of the
capture point. Demon whips out his shotgun and takes a shot at the medic.
The medic, unhit, runs behind the wall surrounding the capture point. Demon
runs to the wall on his side. The two exchange gunfire. Demon quickly runs
out of ammo.
The medic hears the clicks and knows that it is safe to round the corner.
He comes around, gun pointed at Demon.
"Nice try." Says the medic as he raises his gun and aims.
Demon quickly reacts and kicks the gun out of the medic's hands. The gun
hits the ground and bounces away from the men. Demon throws a quick right
hook. The medic, stunned, staggers backward. Demon tries another punch,
but the medic dodges it and hits him with a hard uppercut. Demon falls to
the ground and the medic jumps on top of him. The two men roll around,
struggling, alternating the upper hand.
Demon notices the gun lying within reach. While being choked he reaches
over and picks up the gun. He smacks the medic in the head with the butt of
the gun. Demon fights his way to his feet and stands over the medic. The
medic is clutching his bloody forehead.
"Go ahead, pull the trigger!", Shouts the medic, "...DO IT!"
The medic leaps up at Demon and tries to steal the gun. Demon lets two
bullets fly, both hitting the enemy in the chest. The medic grabs his
chest, staggers backwards, and falls off the balcony to the concrete below.
Demon peers over the edge at the lifeless body.
"Damn War." He whispers as he shakes his head.
Demon gets up and heads to the capture point. Darkness is settling in as
the sky is filled with a golden sunset. Demon places the flag on the
capture point.
"Your team captured the flag!", rang out the voice over the intercom, "Time
is complete, match over. Red team wins."
Then all is silent, but the slight hum of the wind. For the remainder of
the match, Demon stands still on the edge of the balcony watching the
sunset, with the day's gruesome events replaying in his mind.
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