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**I'm not sure if this should go here or elsewhere, but since it's centered on TF2, I'll post it here. This is not supposed to be offencive to anyone in any way, shape, or form. Any similarity to real players or events probably is based off ... well, real players or events.**
The Chronicles of an Engie:
Act I: Defensive (12:00 AM - 12:00 PM)
Scene i: Whutcha' doin'? (12:00 AM - 12:50 AM)
So I gots me here a jor-nal! I s'pose I'll be talkin' about what's I been doin' in mai life and such. Anyhow, first, I'll be intr'doosing m'self.
I'm who they call "Engie," wich is short for eng'neer, I s'pose. I build stuff. Naml'y guns. Lotsa' guns... Some otter niftey stuff, too though, like a de-spencer and a teleporter. Anyhow, I'll be catelog'in mah life in ten minuite segm'nts. Mah granpappy would be proud... He always cat-e-logged his life, too.
12:00 AM: Set'n up mah' sentry. I'll call'er Betsy, I supose. Borin' work, but I shud do it, 'cause wi'out it, someone may take mah intel! Did'ja know how big jerks thems demomen are? Always thinkin' fer themselves, not for others! Nearly blew up Betsy while I was buildin' 'er!
12:10 AM: No enemies yet; some of mah syblings set up positions in frunna me and are get'n all their fun blowin' people up. But w'ever, I'll still be watin' for thems baddies, and I'll make'm asplode w' Betsy's help!
12:20 AM: Man, there still hav'nt been no people to blow up! Durn, guess'll have to be movin' Betsy to somewhere else-- wait; I see summ'n! It's a scout! BETSY GOT'IM! WOOHOO! Never did like'em scouts, they wer' always talkin' about bein' tuff; cause they lived in BAWSTUN. I lived on the ranch! D'yknow how tuff ya' gotta' be to live on the ranch? Well, I got hit by at least a dos'n horses, and I'm not complanin', but this li'l short fast kid's talking smack about how easy it would be on the ranch! Heck, I'm GLAD I blew up 'em, now that I thinks about it.
12:30 AM: Nada, zip, zilch, cero, ZERO. That bein' the number of enemies since tha' lastun.
12:40 AM: Some strange feller be hangin' around my sentry... Don't trust'm. Wait, w'ts he doin' to Betsy?! M'GAWSH, SPY BE SAPIN' BETSY! I'LL HIT THAT FELLER WITH THIS HERE WRENCH IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!
12:50 AM: Sawry 'bout the blood stains on the journal... That feller made quite a mess! Got blood on mah good o'eralls, too. Spies... They're always talkin' about getting revenge wi' their puny knifes. Gewd thing they don't know about these great things I call GUNS. Speakin' of which, Betsy made quite a mess of some unsuspectin' feller trying to take our intel! Hehe, whatta' sucker! Hey, I see that feller comin' around again... Uh-oh, it's unnof 'em soljers! I'll get back tah' writing later, but-- M'GAWSH INCOMIN' ROCKET! DUCK!
Will Engie survive? Will Betsy? Will I even make another one of these? Will I continue to stay awake regardless of the fact that I should get sleep?*
Find out next scene!**
-CheeseGamer
*Probably so.
**That is, if I feel like making one/anyone wants me to make another one.
The Chronicles of an Engie:
Act I: Defensive (12:00 AM - 12:00 PM)
Scene i: Whutcha' doin'? (12:00 AM - 12:50 AM)
So I gots me here a jor-nal! I s'pose I'll be talkin' about what's I been doin' in mai life and such. Anyhow, first, I'll be intr'doosing m'self.
I'm who they call "Engie," wich is short for eng'neer, I s'pose. I build stuff. Naml'y guns. Lotsa' guns... Some otter niftey stuff, too though, like a de-spencer and a teleporter. Anyhow, I'll be catelog'in mah life in ten minuite segm'nts. Mah granpappy would be proud... He always cat-e-logged his life, too.
12:00 AM: Set'n up mah' sentry. I'll call'er Betsy, I supose. Borin' work, but I shud do it, 'cause wi'out it, someone may take mah intel! Did'ja know how big jerks thems demomen are? Always thinkin' fer themselves, not for others! Nearly blew up Betsy while I was buildin' 'er!
12:10 AM: No enemies yet; some of mah syblings set up positions in frunna me and are get'n all their fun blowin' people up. But w'ever, I'll still be watin' for thems baddies, and I'll make'm asplode w' Betsy's help!
12:20 AM: Man, there still hav'nt been no people to blow up! Durn, guess'll have to be movin' Betsy to somewhere else-- wait; I see summ'n! It's a scout! BETSY GOT'IM! WOOHOO! Never did like'em scouts, they wer' always talkin' about bein' tuff; cause they lived in BAWSTUN. I lived on the ranch! D'yknow how tuff ya' gotta' be to live on the ranch? Well, I got hit by at least a dos'n horses, and I'm not complanin', but this li'l short fast kid's talking smack about how easy it would be on the ranch! Heck, I'm GLAD I blew up 'em, now that I thinks about it.
12:30 AM: Nada, zip, zilch, cero, ZERO. That bein' the number of enemies since tha' lastun.
12:40 AM: Some strange feller be hangin' around my sentry... Don't trust'm. Wait, w'ts he doin' to Betsy?! M'GAWSH, SPY BE SAPIN' BETSY! I'LL HIT THAT FELLER WITH THIS HERE WRENCH IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO!
12:50 AM: Sawry 'bout the blood stains on the journal... That feller made quite a mess! Got blood on mah good o'eralls, too. Spies... They're always talkin' about getting revenge wi' their puny knifes. Gewd thing they don't know about these great things I call GUNS. Speakin' of which, Betsy made quite a mess of some unsuspectin' feller trying to take our intel! Hehe, whatta' sucker! Hey, I see that feller comin' around again... Uh-oh, it's unnof 'em soljers! I'll get back tah' writing later, but-- M'GAWSH INCOMIN' ROCKET! DUCK!
Will Engie survive? Will Betsy? Will I even make another one of these? Will I continue to stay awake regardless of the fact that I should get sleep?*
Find out next scene!**
-CheeseGamer
*Probably so.
**That is, if I feel like making one/anyone wants me to make another one.
