Why.

Originally posted by UnofficialAether:

Why.

Because I felt like it

Wall of text

Originally posted by gabrum01:

Wall of text

stopped at "Scout main"

Originally posted by Just A Magic Bagel:

stopped at "Scout main"

Did I mention that the stories called class stereotypes?

Once upon a time, a human invented paragraphs.

Originally posted by DuckScout:

Originally posted by Just A Magic Bagel:

stopped at "Scout main"

Did I mention that the stories called class stereotypes?

Then I know perfectly how the story goes.

You might want to paragraph your story so that peopel can read it better, makes the reading better and allowing people to enjoy the story more.

Here it is: Clark sat on a wooden bench in the respawn room, reading the newest article in the Mann times, his favorite local newspaper. This time it was about a local Sniper who had scammed six unusuals via trades and duping hats with marketplace.tf. Scum, Clark thought, Sniper scum. He thought of clipping the article out of the newspaper, but the voice on the intercom bellowed “Mission begins in 60 seconds.” Quickly, Clark ran through the RED base of cp_badlands, feeling the wind in his face and the rustle sound of his dogtags, he was, a Scout main.

Heading towards the RED team choke point and then stopping, he hid behind a wall hearing the sounds of gunfire and the a Medic activating an Ubercharge, counting the seconds in his head Clark waited, until the sounds of gunfire slowed and almost ceased, running, he noticed a BLU Heavy on the control point.

He had done this many times before, he snuck up behind the Heavy, and with 3 swift shots of his scattergun, the heavy cried “Daaah!” and fell under the point. Typical, Clark thought, Heavy mains were like this, they had a dense mindset and usually had the memory span of a potato. They were slow, they usually didn’t know what they were doing, and more often that not. Got themselves killed.

Just as Clark stepped on the point he heard a sound coming from the BLU closet. Clark didn’t know what it was at first, but then he recognized it, the green flash was a sign, then came the sounds of gunshots and seeing something jump constantly around him made him realize. The 2 gunshots only stinged for a second, and then darkness surrounded him, with only one screen popping up in front of him.

Clark never entered this place with fear, as it was normal, it was the respawn room. No one could lay a finger on what this room was, or why it existed. As any compass, or any kind of electronic device would die the instant it went to this respawn room and would come back to life afterwards. However, this respawn room had not beaten death, as everyone who had reached an old enough age or wasn’t in an area known to have a respawn room would permanently die.

Soon after about 12 seconds, Clark had popped back to the respawn room. Clark curled his hand into a fist, and ran back to the point. Making sure he didn’t fall for Him this time. Lime scouts, they called them, they were infertile and were just there to ruin your day. They would constantly jump around, nearly impossible to shoot. Some combined the crit-a-cola with the Shortstop. Others laughed their asses off everytime they got a kill.


Lemme know if i should improve on some stuff, it's also not finished btw.

This brick will contribute in trump's wall

Originally posted by Just A Magic Bagel:

stopped at "Scout main"

Originally posted by Evoxrus XV:

You might want to paragraph your story so that peopel can read it better, makes the reading better and allowing people to enjoy the story more.

Im going to edit the entire story later

Originally posted by Evoxrus XV:

Here it is: Clark sat on a wooden bench in the respawn room, reading the newest article in the Mann times, his favorite local newspaper. This time it was about a local Sniper who had scammed six unusuals via trades and duping hats with marketplace.tf. Scum, Clark thought, Sniper scum. He thought of clipping the article out of the newspaper, but the voice on the intercom bellowed “Mission begins in 60 seconds.” Quickly, Clark ran through the RED base of cp_badlands, feeling the wind in his face and the rustle sound of his dogtags, he was, a Scout main.

Heading towards the RED team choke point and then stopping, he hid behind a wall hearing the sounds of gunfire and the a Medic activating an Ubercharge, counting the seconds in his head Clark waited, until the sounds of gunfire slowed and almost ceased, running, he noticed a BLU Heavy on the control point.

He had done this many times before, he snuck up behind the Heavy, and with 3 swift shots of his scattergun, the heavy cried “Daaah!” and fell under the point. Typical, Clark thought, Heavy mains were like this, they had a dense mindset and usually had the memory span of a potato. They were slow, they usually didn’t know what they were doing, and more often that not. Got themselves killed.

Just as Clark stepped on the point he heard a sound coming from the BLU closet. Clark didn’t know what it was at first, but then he recognized it, the green flash was a sign, then came the sounds of gunshots and seeing something jump constantly around him made him realize. The 2 gunshots only stinged for a second, and then darkness surrounded him, with only one screen popping up in front of him.

Clark never entered this place with fear, as it was normal, it was the respawn room. No one could lay a finger on what this room was, or why it existed. As any compass, or any kind of electronic device would die the instant it went to this respawn room and would come back to life afterwards. However, this respawn room had not beaten death, as everyone who had reached an old enough age or wasn’t in an area known to have a respawn room would permanently die.

Soon after about 12 seconds, Clark had popped back to the respawn room. Clark curled his hand into a fist, and ran back to the point. Making sure he didn’t fall for Him this time. Lime scouts, they called them, they were infertile and were just there to ruin your day. They would constantly jump around, nearly impossible to shoot. Some combined the crit-a-cola with the Shortstop. Others laughed their asses off everytime they got a kill.


Lemme know if i should improve on some stuff, it's also not finished btw.

Thanks m8