The crew found themselves in a void. It was a decently large void, 4 metres long, 4 metres wide, 4 metres in length, and 4 metres in width. It was black on all sides and littered with the smell of very lightly fried fish fillets, 12 day old potato bread, and shots of vinegar mixed with freshly purchased rubbing alcohol, possibly from Horat from The Nutshack's obsessive hoarding. The crew felt as if they were going nowhere, but at the same time, they were zooming through the decently large void at 4 metres per second. Chita from The Nutshack was talking to Phil from The Nutshack, Jack from The Nutshack, and Horat from The Nutshack about where the decently large portal was taking The crew. Nobody knew, and everyone cared. But all they could hear was the sound of madness and aimbotting.
The decently large void that was 4 metres long, 4 metres wide, 4 metres in length, and 4 metres in width, soon created an end. It was loud. It was dirty. It was inside of a trench. Random crits are fair and balanced. It was cramped. It was unsanitized. It was smelly. It was uncomfortable. It was tight. It was Verdun.
The Battle of Verdun (French: Bataille de Verdun [bataj də vɛʁdœ̃]; German: Schlacht um Verdun [ʃlaxt ˀʊm ˈvɛɐdœŋ]), fought from 21 February to 18 December 1916, was the largest and longest battle of the First World War on the Western Front between the German and French armies. The battle took place on the hills north of Verdun-sur-Meuse in north-eastern France. The German 5th Army attacked the defences of the Fortified Region of Verdun (RFV, Région Fortifiée de Verdun) and those of the French Second Army on the right bank of the Meuse. Inspired by the experience of the Second Battle of Champagne in 1915, the Germans planned to capture the Meuse Heights, an excellent defensive position with good observation for artillery-fire on Verdun. The Germans hoped that the French would commit their strategic reserve to recapture the position and suffer catastrophic losses in a battle of annihilation, at little cost to the Germans in tactically advantageous positions on the heights.
The crew landed in a trench. But strangely, it was all but empty. The same could be said for every other trench in the vicinity. However, there was a relatively small array of fighters. Some RED and some BLUE.
Or, BLU, I should say.
A shit ton of Spies from Team Fortress 2 were fighting against a shit ton of Medics from Team Fortress 2 and Battle Medics from Team Fortress 2, trying to nab as much territory as they could while in the safety of their absolutely disgusting trenches filled with rats, rats, rats, rats, and rats. While The crew was investigating the battle from the safety of the absolutely disgusting trenches filled with rats, rats, rats, rats, and rats, the shit ton of Spies from Team Fortress 2 were fighting against a shit ton of Medics from Team Fortress 2 and Battle Medics from Team Fortress 2 in an attempt to nab as much territory as they could. Suddenly, one Battle Medic from Team Fortress 2 noticed The crew inside of the trenches filled with rats, rats, rats, rats, and rats. The Battle Medic from Team Fortress 2 shouted to the shit ton of Medics from Team Fortress 2 and Battle Medics from Team Fortress 2 to stop fighting the shit ton of Spies from Team Fortress 2. The shit ton of Spies from Team Fortress 2 stopped fighting as well and congregated to investigate The crew.
Once the shit ton of Spies from Team Fortress 2 came over to where the shit ton of Medics from Team Fortress 2 and Battle Medics from Team Fortress 2, they were all assimilated into one sizable group. Suddenly, a brave yet confused Spy from Team Fortress 2 came over to inspect The crew.
"Who are you and where do you belong?", said the Spy from Team Fortress 2.