TheSomeone
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- Dec 24, 2004
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(no, I'm not making this up, this is how intense the game is)
I'm a sniper, covered in leaves and ready to kick ass.
I spawn with my squad. An assault, a specop, and my beloved medic. We're pretty tight together and we follow each other as we run across the noisy streets.
It's much too late when I hear the distant PANG of American sniper rifles, and before I know it, half of my squad is laying dead on the ground. Damn.
"Clear!"
I feel a jolt, my blood is flowing through my head again.
"Get up buddy, you're gonna be alright"
Damn straight...
The commander drops a supply crate; the perfect cover. The snipers are still up on the building, and me and the medic are pinned behind the damn crate. I attempt the imppossible...
I prone, roll ove my side. I spot the two snipers just in time: PAH! PAH! PAH PAH PAH! Two down. I reload my love toy, that was for Allah.
I run up an old building and make myself comfortable. The enemy is sprawling the surroundings, all running right passed my crosshair. I kiss half their team good-bye as my ammo slowly empties into american bodies.
Enemy reinforcements arrive. I hear the groan of tanks, and way too much infantry. "Enemy spotted! I need backup!" I desperately yell.
Then it was like the voice of god, two nice bright hisses from above. And before i know it, the friendly sound of artillery is ringing on my ears. I see a corpse fly up above a wall. I pick out the survivors.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.
I'm a sniper, covered in leaves and ready to kick ass.
I spawn with my squad. An assault, a specop, and my beloved medic. We're pretty tight together and we follow each other as we run across the noisy streets.
It's much too late when I hear the distant PANG of American sniper rifles, and before I know it, half of my squad is laying dead on the ground. Damn.
"Clear!"
I feel a jolt, my blood is flowing through my head again.
"Get up buddy, you're gonna be alright"
Damn straight...
The commander drops a supply crate; the perfect cover. The snipers are still up on the building, and me and the medic are pinned behind the damn crate. I attempt the imppossible...
I prone, roll ove my side. I spot the two snipers just in time: PAH! PAH! PAH PAH PAH! Two down. I reload my love toy, that was for Allah.
I run up an old building and make myself comfortable. The enemy is sprawling the surroundings, all running right passed my crosshair. I kiss half their team good-bye as my ammo slowly empties into american bodies.
Enemy reinforcements arrive. I hear the groan of tanks, and way too much infantry. "Enemy spotted! I need backup!" I desperately yell.
Then it was like the voice of god, two nice bright hisses from above. And before i know it, the friendly sound of artillery is ringing on my ears. I see a corpse fly up above a wall. I pick out the survivors.
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta.