Red Vs. Blu
Prologue:
Dear Father,
Having come from a family of immigrants to this place known as Oklahoma, we have had hard times. But when the BLU's appeared, it got even worse. When they declared war on us for being RED, I automatically signed up for the RED army, where I would get special tactical training with the use of chain guns. So would many of my new friends.
Right now, we are holed up in a large building that used to be a huge farmhouse. Across from us, the BLUs have taken another farmhouse that looks exactly like ours. A small bridge across a river of sewage is the only way to get in, other then the sewers. It has been a deadlock for the past ten months, specifically because we mirror each others movements, and can not even touch the others intelligence.
What is in the intelligence briefcase? Why are we fighting over it? I do not know. Maybe some day I will grow the balls to look, but from what I heard from my friend Pyro, whose face is so disfigured he wears a gas mask, is that it is like looking into the Arc of the Covenant, your face just melts off.
Someday I will see you and mother again, and on that day we shall toast our defeat of the BLU's!
Love,
Heavy