Introspection of a Sniper
by: @k1mb0, 10-12-99
[Ed. Note: There is some usage of profanity in this story, it's not abusive of
it, and its usage helps the tone of the story. Just consider this a disclaimer, you've been warned..]
05:30
The early morning dew settled on the worn stone battlement sending a cold dull pain down my already
shell shocked bones. I must have sat there for 12 hours with my scope trained on that damn door and not
a freaking one of those blue bastards dare peek out to even say hi. As far as I was concerned if I
didn't get some action soon I would run over there my damn self and steal that god forsaken flag . The
only thing that kept me at bay was the ominous litter of pipebombs their demoman had plunked out along
the entrances the night before. I just bet that giddy son of a bitch was sitting in there with one hand
the trigger while the other nervously fingered the timer on his detpack. In a lot of ways he is like me,
we both sit and wait always on the verge of shooting our wad in anticipation of the next poor soul to
cross our line of sight. The only difference is it takes me about 2 ounces of steel to end a mark, it
takes him about half a truckload of nitro and sheet metal to kill his. What an inefficient son of a
bitch!
09:00
Oh what is this? Do I detect some movement in the shadows? Hmm judging by the clinking of his walk and
the chiliburger stain on his chaingun looks like one of those fatboys is about to get brave... That's
it peek out a little more... cmon one more step... *Pop!* Hehe, Man I have heard of "Cyclops" but
son you are officially a "Triclops". Hmm the stench of dead HW really has to suck for that demoman in
there, ah well the devious little punk deserves all the hell I can throw at um!
20:47
Well this is a change, the commander says he is sending some scouts over. Bout damn time the sooner I
get outta here the better! Damn those scouts are wily little snits. The run so god damn fast! Hmm You
would think a white boy couldn't be that fast, ah well genetics has come a long way. "Commander I have
3 nearing enemy kill zone!" *BOOOOOM!!!!!* "Commander I have 1 passing kill zone". You know using
pipebombs must be a lot like spin art you just press the button and watch the color splatter.
"Oh $%&@ Commander counter attack! I got 2 soli's and a medic!". *Fawooosh* Damn that was close those
damn soldiers have almost as good an aim as I do, except their bullets can stop a tank let alone my
sorry kevlar vested ass. Better keep my rifle charged in case one decides too *BOOOOOOOM* $H!% Rocket
jump!! *Plink* "Gaaaaahhhh!". Good if that wasn't the luckiest shot I ever pulled outta my ass I don't
know what is. Hmm judging by the beeps and screams inside I take it that sentry got the remainder. You
know I hate those soulless hunks of scrap! One of these days that thing is gonna short circuit and kill
us all. I hate the way it tracks your movement when you walk by it. I sometimes want to blow the damn
thing up myself, but its saved our asses one to many times to justify its death. I think after this
whole war is over I'll turn that thing into a condom dispenser.
*Plink* Huungh! Son of a bitch they have a snipe. I'm hit! "MEDIC!". Ok cmon gotta stay focused
where's he at? *Plink, Plink, Plink, Plink* Damn newbie scrub still has his rifle on automatic! He
tore into me good with that first shot. "MEDIC dammit get out here!". All right he's not on the deck
must be in the entrances. Just give me a sign buddy and I guarantee you won't feel a thing. *Gleam*
haha bad move rookie never let the sunlight hit that scope *Plink* "Gaaah!" Sorry son of a bitch your
Drill Sargent forgot to tell you there is no second place out here. Shit I am still bleedin bad
"MEDIC Jesus get out here!!" Ah theres one, its about damn time!. I swear I sometimes think they
spend more time testing their morphine on themselves then actually helping the troops. " Fire up that
med pack I took one in the shoulder, Hurry man I'm losin blood fast! Hey what the hell you are doing
Just use the pack you don't need to cut out the bullet with a Knife......... A knife?? OH SHI.."
*Slichhk*
©1999 - "@k1mb0" - All Rights Reserved
The Life of a Sniper
by: SilentHunter, 10-12-99
The sniper stands in the resupply room feeling the smooth steel of his rifle. His radio goes off and a
familiar voice rings over it. “Hey man, I need you out here on the battlements. I’m in serious danger!
Get out here f…..s……zzzzzzzzzz…” The radio goes dead and there is no other noise in the room. The
sniper gathers up his backpacks and heads for the doors.
He stands on the right side of the battlements looking down at where his partner and best friend used to
stand. There is a pool of blood and fragments of him left. He checks his scope and makes sure his
rifle is loaded. The sniper begins to strafe out very slowly onto the open balcony. Across the way
is an enemy sniper paying attention on the bridge, not knowing his life is going to end very soon.
The sniper raises his scope and places the red laser sight on the enemy’s head. Right as the sniper
looks up, he lets go of the trigger. His head explodes and sends blood all over the back wall. The
sniper strafes back behind the wall and is ready to go out again.
Out of nowhere a rocket slams into the wall behind him. It burst into flames, and the sniper watches
as one of his comrades burns in the white-hot fire. It is a terrible site. The man jumps off the
balcony into the water putting out the fire, but it is already too late. The sniper looks out behind
the wall and sees that there are no enemy snipers, so he turns his attention to the advancing enemies
coming across the bridge. He sees one of his soldiers running across the bridge, not noticing the
enemy medic behind him. The sniper lines up the sight and let’s go. The medic’s chest ruptures leaving
his bloody body to fall limply to the ground. His radio buzzes. “Thanks man, you saved my life.”
The sniper thinks, “I always do.”
The day is over and the sniper and helped his team out considerably. He sees no more advancing enemies
and is glad that he doesn’t have to risk his life any more that day. He turns to walk back to the
resupply room and suddenly feels a sharp pain in the back of his head. He falls to his knees and
rolls over. The sniper is staring into the smiling face of a spy holding a knife covered with blood,
his blood. As the world turns very bright and fades to pitch blackness, the sniper thinks, “There
always has to be a spy, doesn’t there?”
©1999 - "SilentHunter" - All Rights Reserved
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