The camp fire was flicking, the cold of the night licking his bare skin that was barely covered in the remains of a bear that he killed with his bare hands. At this particular camp fire the soldier was sitting with his all American team who were staring at him expectantly who looked rather like kids waiting to rip open their presents. The soldier opened his mouth to start another of his amazing stories while everyone trembled with excitement. He started his story and it was so quiet that his voiced roared and echoed across the mountains, the story keeping everyone on the very edge of their seats. He used his hands to emphasise the importance of his earlier bear hunt and how he defeated the new threat of bear Nazis. He explained to his audience in a rather loud manner how he dissembled the large creature till it was no more than a pile of refuse on the ground.
He then ended the crucially amazing story with a single sentence "They didn't even see it coming, IT WAS GLORIOUS" He laughed full heartingly and the general response of the crowd seemed amazed by his recent victory.
However not everyone was amazed by his story because the spy being jealous, or just having more then half of his brain functional in the logic region, logged his complaints about the story. It was mainly about the whole "bears cannot be Nazi's" thing, however a broken nose and a concussion later a specific spy was no longer conscious to have his complaint fully heard or understood.
After the friendly disagreence of opinion had ended the air was thick with awkwardness as nobody seemed to want to try to compete with soldiers story as there was no such man who can. Scout was the worst affected by this new development and begged the soldier to make a new story they haven't heard before .The soldier looked at him then at his ever expecting teammates aside from the medic who was sleeping quietly on the heavy's shoulders, they all seemingly and silently screamed at soldier to make another story. The soldier not a guy who has a shortage of war stories began a new chapter were the opening sentence was "Alright maggots, back in the summer of 82-" the soldier was interrupted by a quick scout who complained that he had apparently "Already heard dis freakin story before" and that he required a new one to make him equally satisfied.
The soldier pondered on creating another patient for the medic but he refrained because he soon realised that the American boy was indeed correct that he has told the same story before more than once. The soldier rubbed his chin and complimented a new story, he searched his vast mind for one but he was under a certain type of writers block. He searched and searched and the audience was getting impatient by the seconds that seemed to drizzle down on the unsuspecting crowd. The soldiers eyes lighted up as he remembered a tale that he had in reserve for a while, not because it was complicated or because that he simply forgot but because this particular story was the story that could pierce the heavens with its brilliance.
He smiled, this story was going to be a better idea then the idea of attacking bears naked and then wearing their skins later. He looked up and the scout voiced his opinion by trying to rush the soldier by saying "C'mon C'MON! tell us the story already!". A single slap on the head made him quiet once more and the soldier opened his mouth to tell his audience of his new adventure in the dankest, darkest the most challenging part of his life…...The day when the war ended….
Did this in class, not designed to be a perfect fanfiction so don't expect it to be perfect but criticism is accepted if its constructive