"All right, let's get this started! I'm gonna…..own…this….." Scout began to realize just what he got himself into. He saw what should be a simple running course, except for all of the traps, automated weapons, and fire surrounding the end. "Are you serious?"
"Oh yes." Scout turned to see The Gamer looking down from a booth. "This is the course designed just for you. Unless, of course, you think you can't do it…."
"Aaaaaaaawww no, you are not going to psyche me out! I am doing this, and I am doing this now!"
"Excellent. And to help you out, there are bats laid throughout the course. But they will break after a few hits, so use them wisely."
"Ha! Who needs wisely when you have skill?" The Gamer didn't even try to correct Scout's grammar as he signaled the start of the race. Scout was like a rocket. The traps were nothing to his quick feet and double jumps. Things started to get a little tricky when he got to the weapons. He was forced to take cover every 5 feet. The Gamer actually did wonder if the gatling guns were a bit overkill. His concern was lessened when Scout would find a bat and then throw it.
Scout did keep one bat as he neared the final obstacle. The goal was on a platform, surround by a deep ring of fire. Scout backed up a bit, charged forward, and did the biggest leap of his life, just making the edge. Confidant in his victory, Scout walked forward to the goal. But before he made it, a robot looking like the Heavy popped up, punching at Scout.
"Hey, is this some kind if sick joke?"
"No, it's the final trap. Unless you get by him, you can't win."
It was easier said than done. The robo-Heavy as mounted on a post that was able to move in a circle around the goal, preventing Scout from entering. It was able to keep up with his speed, and the post could extend, blocking his jumps. Scout, running out of patience, ran forward with the bat, planning to charge straight through. It result in the bat breaking in two, and Scout getting punched to the edge of the platform. Gasping for breath, Scout was trying to get up, when he saw an interesting object lying in from of him.
The Gamer was worried that he made have made this a bit too difficult until he heard a loud boom behind him. He turned to see the robo-Heavy's head blown clean off, and the Scout looking annoyed.
"Hey, you didn't say I could find Force-Of-Natures on the course!"
"I didn't say you couldn't."
"Well, you didn't say I couldn't blast you either -"
"OK, bye!"
A quick wave of The Gamer's hand set Scout back to the mercs. "Now to prepare the room for the next contestant. Let's hope he's a bit more cool-headed."