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[zippyPH]

So, my scrappy little Assassin and I are ready to be the perfect little utility unit.

Skillz, armor, Uac5 and pew-pew.

Usually, we do just fine. Flank harassment, Grabbing the odd "P", chasing bugs and fish from the earth shakers, the world is my oyster.

Then I get cocky. I am going to be freaking Star Lord and seize that base! Or... I'm taking Top first, dammit!

I sprint forward. The coast is clear... Yeah, baby! I'm the man!

Then, either turn the corner or crest the rise of a hill... 8 to 10 red pips with matching beasties to go with. The only reason I stay alive is that they are as surprised as I am and I have the presence of mind to turn tail and run, all the while twisting like John Travolta trying to win a trophy for Uma Thurman.

After running in a definite Gump-like manner until I get around a corner where the missiles are no longer making my dulcet voiced computer announce that I may die soon, I take my place behind the big guys and provide support.

I am a study in orange and red, but I am alive. I am the properly self-chastised Maverick. Got to stay with Ice, stay with the wingman.

I love this game.

[Hellbringer]

Cool story bro. Riveting tale chap. Epic yarn sire.

Edited by Hellbringer, 28 March 2019 - 01:04 AM.