Confusion
As the title suggests, this story may be a little confusing. Hope you can decipher what's going on. There is no speech, no descriptions, only thoughts.
For those who can't figure out, the map is cs-office.
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Ok. Here we go.
It's awfully cold... luckily I wore gloves, otherwise the metal of my AK would be frozen to the palms of my hands. Better be careful.
Ok, creeping around the back, behind Will. There's a ladder here, and a window. The cold of the snow is going straight through my boots. Wish I'd worn thicker socks.
Gah! The metal ladder is freezing. And as I'm climbing the AK's sight is bonking me on the head. Finally! At the top.
Break the stupid glass, Will. Yes, with the knife. Honestly.
Don't slash it!
The handle! Bash it with the handle! Yes, I don't care about the noise! Just break the stupid thing!
Ugh. Finally. Unsling AK, sidestep past Will, and...
Hello boys! We've come to blast the crap outta you... nah. But make any sudden movements and we will.
Ahh, the satisfaction of seeing their frightened faces. Reminds me of a rabbit. Get the duct tape from my belt, Will, while I cover them.
No, not my ammo, you idiot! Do you see this ring here?
No, not the grenade ring! Pull that and we all go sky-high! Aarggh. You idiot. Cover them with your Scout. I'll tie them up.
Will. Hey...
He's moving!
Get him!
Son of a...
Ow!
Ow! Hey! You stupid...
Get the stupid duct tape, you idiot, Will!
No, not that!! Ow!
This guy is putting up one heck of a fight...
Well take this! And this!
And-- ow!
This!
Finally. Stupid idiot.
So, you finally found the duct tape eh? Well tie them up!
Will!!
Cover them, Will. No you idiot! Not the pistol! Scout!
A few minutes later
Well that's done.
Oh, it's my radio. Hang on for a sec...
What? Counter-Terrorist teams here already?!
Dang. Will, stay here, and guard the door. And don't go on one of your wild shooting things again.
I don't even know whether he can shoot in the first place...
Here we go. Hallway.
Who's-- oh, it's you, Otis.
Well, looks like I'm off to cover the door-- wait, that sounds like that idiot Will.
Will, what the heck are you doing?! Good grief, you stupid--
Otis. Help guard the door. I need to stay here and supervise this idiot here.
Wait-- those are gunshots!
Aargh!! Otis' body just flew down the hall!
SAS!!
Die die die die!!
Aarggahrgh it's an M3 Super 90!!
Ok. Casualty check.
Otis. Dead. Will. Alive, curses. John. Injured, but still able to put up a fight.
Zack. Dead, most likely. He was standing at the door when--
Crap!
Phew. Dang, I just emptied an entire clip.
Ok... Me, uninjured-- wait.
My ear got hit with some buckshot. Gah, it'll heal. Especially in this cold weather.
Will, go out and guard the door. I need to guard the hostages. Yes, even if it means dying! Don't be so melodramatic.
Goddesses, where did John get this guy?!
Wait. Will?
Will?
Don't give me this crap. Will, report in.
But if he's dead, I didn't hear anything!
Wait. His body is there. Musta been a knife attack, since at this range I woulda heard a silencer-- crap.
Man, that was close! This Glock is pretty good... even though it won't stand up to a Desert Eagle.
Wait, what was tha--
END
As the title suggests, this story may be a little confusing. Hope you can decipher what's going on. There is no speech, no descriptions, only thoughts.
For those who can't figure out, the map is cs-office.
---
Ok. Here we go.
It's awfully cold... luckily I wore gloves, otherwise the metal of my AK would be frozen to the palms of my hands. Better be careful.
Ok, creeping around the back, behind Will. There's a ladder here, and a window. The cold of the snow is going straight through my boots. Wish I'd worn thicker socks.
Gah! The metal ladder is freezing. And as I'm climbing the AK's sight is bonking me on the head. Finally! At the top.
Break the stupid glass, Will. Yes, with the knife. Honestly.
Don't slash it!
The handle! Bash it with the handle! Yes, I don't care about the noise! Just break the stupid thing!
Ugh. Finally. Unsling AK, sidestep past Will, and...
Hello boys! We've come to blast the crap outta you... nah. But make any sudden movements and we will.
Ahh, the satisfaction of seeing their frightened faces. Reminds me of a rabbit. Get the duct tape from my belt, Will, while I cover them.
No, not my ammo, you idiot! Do you see this ring here?
No, not the grenade ring! Pull that and we all go sky-high! Aarggh. You idiot. Cover them with your Scout. I'll tie them up.
Will. Hey...
He's moving!
Get him!
Son of a...
Ow!
Ow! Hey! You stupid...
Get the stupid duct tape, you idiot, Will!
No, not that!! Ow!
This guy is putting up one heck of a fight...
Well take this! And this!
And-- ow!
This!
Finally. Stupid idiot.
So, you finally found the duct tape eh? Well tie them up!
Will!!
Cover them, Will. No you idiot! Not the pistol! Scout!
A few minutes later
Well that's done.
Oh, it's my radio. Hang on for a sec...
What? Counter-Terrorist teams here already?!
Dang. Will, stay here, and guard the door. And don't go on one of your wild shooting things again.
I don't even know whether he can shoot in the first place...
Here we go. Hallway.
Who's-- oh, it's you, Otis.
Well, looks like I'm off to cover the door-- wait, that sounds like that idiot Will.
Will, what the heck are you doing?! Good grief, you stupid--
Otis. Help guard the door. I need to stay here and supervise this idiot here.
Wait-- those are gunshots!
Aargh!! Otis' body just flew down the hall!
SAS!!
Die die die die!!
Aarggahrgh it's an M3 Super 90!!
Ok. Casualty check.
Otis. Dead. Will. Alive, curses. John. Injured, but still able to put up a fight.
Zack. Dead, most likely. He was standing at the door when--
Crap!
Phew. Dang, I just emptied an entire clip.
Ok... Me, uninjured-- wait.
My ear got hit with some buckshot. Gah, it'll heal. Especially in this cold weather.
Will, go out and guard the door. I need to guard the hostages. Yes, even if it means dying! Don't be so melodramatic.
Goddesses, where did John get this guy?!
Wait. Will?
Will?
Don't give me this crap. Will, report in.
But if he's dead, I didn't hear anything!
Wait. His body is there. Musta been a knife attack, since at this range I woulda heard a silencer-- crap.
Man, that was close! This Glock is pretty good... even though it won't stand up to a Desert Eagle.
Wait, what was tha--
END