Fire Out of Africa
Disclaimer: I don't own TF2. I also don't own the song "Circle of Life."
"From the day we arrive on the planet..."
As I sprint across the battlefield, I sing proudly, even though my mask muffles my words. My English has improved greatly since I first came here, mainly thanks to Spy teaching me.
"And blinking, step into the sun..."
Fire bursts from the flamethrower in my hand. A small part of me tells me to run, but I do not listen. I am in control, not the flame, I remind myself.
When I was young, a fire swept through my village. I was caught in it, and although the burns healed, I can still recall the pain I felt as the hot flames licked my skin. That's when I vowed not to let fire harm me again. I would be in control.
"There is more to see, then can ever be seen..."
My mind returns to the battlefield, as I see the BLU spy approaching our Sniper. In my mind, I imagine the former as a blue-furred cheetah approaching a fellow hunter. One blast of flame, however, dispatches him.
"Whoa, that was close. Thanks, sheila."
I nod, and continue my hunt, still singing.
"More to do, than can ever be done..."
Yep. African female Pyro. They've got members from North America, from Europe, even from Australia, but not Africa or South America. C'mon, Valve. Seriously.