One day there was a legend, where people would spam classes and broken weapons and play one map and claim to be Pro.
Then One Man had entered the server, people spouted Noob and noskill with preconceptions that he could not rise to be awesome.
But soon as that man had stepped out of the spawn with nothing in his hands but his rage and dissapointment at his teams score.
He Ran towards the first point shouting in rage, arrows flew by him unfortunately all the huntsman snipers had no skills upon this lone heavy.
Scouts then rained down upon him, He laughed and shoved them away like flies to a car, as he approached the final point a heavy spung out from the corner and his gun blazed with bullets. But it was too late, He ran Forward and Threw his fist like a mad man, again and again with unstoppable criticalness everytime. The Heavy weeped and screamed for Medical assistance but This Awesome Heavy threw one last punch and the weeping heavy's last words were "Bulls**t"
The Unarmed Heavy stood on his now claimed point as all around him scattered towards him but is was too late. the final call was made and the Awesome Heavy stood Triumphant, All of his team had risen and cheered and laughed at their now weeping foes, Praising the word of All Awesome.

Paunch! Paunch! PAUNCH!

Update: Look Guys, I can be an ass sometimes. i understand that but if you have an honest problem with me. Don't PERSONALLY attack me if you play one single game with me and hate me. because ill usually ignore it.

But unfortunately some people can't TAKE A HINT.