“I'm your friendly neighborhood bartender.” -
“Too complicated for a dude trying his best to get drunk.” Shepard waved impatiently with his hand, dismissing the answer. “Can I call you Bob?”
“Pah, like you'd listen if I was the leader.” If he strangled him now, would anybody convict him? If they knew what he had to put up with day after day? Arrogant son of a bitch who thought he was so much better than the rest of them!
“You know, Julie and I used to come here often,” he explained to his dog. “The guy at the window is Patrick. He was... 50, I think? His wife had passed away when he was 45. Boy, it was really strange to see him lying on the table, dead, staring at me with
“Scout! Lad! Are ye alright?!” During all his time he worked for RED, Demoman had never been so relieved to see a Scout, be it one belonging to BLU or to RED. “Scout? Do you even hear me?”
“Show me how strong you are. Without a gun, without your bat, once they take hold of you. You think you can fight off half a dozen of men? Then this is not difficult, to fight me alone.”
“Nah. The dump got overrun 'n destroyed before all of us got out.” He stared into the distance, where he once had been deployed. There were no shouts, no laughter, the last cries of triumph were nothing but a memory from the different life he had lived on
The more complicated a technical device, the higher the risk that an act of nature breaks it. The breakdown of Thundermountain’s respawn-system fortunately didn’t kill anybody. Recklessness, however… The outcome of this race against the clock lies not in
