The end is near...
Situation: Base... destroyed... marines, whining about their loss... whose left? THE COMM!!! (incert dramatic music)
The comm, not wanting to go the route of the coward... Leaps from his commanding chair... gun in hand, prepared for death. He lights up a skulk chomping the chair, snipes another running across the base and guns down a gorge. Reloading, he quickly jumps into the chair and drops an IP, builds it, soon marines are once more pouring into the base.
The comm once again rests in his chair... drinking coke and eating popcorn, waiting for the inevitable end.
"stupid nub marines" -
LOVE NATURAL-SELECTION HARDER!
It seems the only way to change anything this day and age is to kill. Whatever happened to talking?
(>#_O)>/ .... (/'.')/