So, as I was saying, there are many different classes in TF2: Scout, Soldier, Pyro, Demo, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, Sniper, Spy, Middle, Upper, and Peasant. Each has it's own unique abbilities, although none of them can marry outsideof their social standing. Or is that the caste system?
Anyways, the Scout is insanely fast. He's like a 5th Grader on crystal meth. He also carries a shotgun (or scattergun), a .22 pistol that can't puncture whipped cream, and an aluminum bat. The bat, being made of aluminum, cannot fly. It just whips around and BONKs people in the head.
Dude, there is such a lawsuit up in there. Wouldn't the bat company get in deep legal trouble if someone who was BONKed ratted them out? What would the Scout carry then? A spork?
Y'know, as customizeable as TF2's loadout's are, that might be a possibility.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Friday, November 25, 2011
T3@/\/\ 4TR3z 2
OMG THIS IS THE MOST AMAZING GAME I'VE EVER PLAYED IN MY LIFE I DON'T EVEN
So there's these two teams, called "Red," and"Blu." Say, if someone from the Red team married Someone from the Blu team, would their children be purple? Or, if they were cousins, would their kids have three arms? Or five noses? That would be just awkward. And cool. You could smell five things at the same time. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nose to learn more)
But I digress. So, these two teams (Red and Blu), are locked in an epic struggle for control of...stuff. Bomb carts, glowing suitcases, control points, souls, you name it. They do NOT get along. It's an epic battle of Red Vs. Blue (waitwut) all the way. They duke it out in barns, toolsheds, the Oval Office, my basement, the electronics section at Wal-Mart, etc.
There's also an incredible amount of of occupational diversity among these brothers-in-arms. For example, despite the acredittedly disasterous economy, not to mention the neandrethaline students and barbaric renegade known as "Occupy Wall St.," these individuals have managed to carve their own hypothetical nich in life. One uses his natural running abilities to quickly and efficiently carry out tasks that would be beyond the physical capabilities of his comrades.
And that paragraph was a complete waste of large words, so I shall move on.
So there's these two teams, called "Red," and"Blu." Say, if someone from the Red team married Someone from the Blu team, would their children be purple? Or, if they were cousins, would their kids have three arms? Or five noses? That would be just awkward. And cool. You could smell five things at the same time. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nose to learn more)
But I digress. So, these two teams (Red and Blu), are locked in an epic struggle for control of...stuff. Bomb carts, glowing suitcases, control points, souls, you name it. They do NOT get along. It's an epic battle of Red Vs. Blue (waitwut) all the way. They duke it out in barns, toolsheds, the Oval Office, my basement, the electronics section at Wal-Mart, etc.
There's also an incredible amount of of occupational diversity among these brothers-in-arms. For example, despite the acredittedly disasterous economy, not to mention the neandrethaline students and barbaric renegade known as "Occupy Wall St.," these individuals have managed to carve their own hypothetical nich in life. One uses his natural running abilities to quickly and efficiently carry out tasks that would be beyond the physical capabilities of his comrades.
And that paragraph was a complete waste of large words, so I shall move on.
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