HOLY MOLY GUYS! I am not used to so much feedback, as most of my fanfics were on reasonably popular games. TF2 is very popular, I know that, but You, yes You, next to the screen, you guys have given me 189 views in three days for two freaking chapters. Also some follows, favorites, and six reviews. Also, please review some names for the guys, I am very bad with coming up with names. Yeah.

To celebrate the awesomeness of you guys, I am going to respond to one of these six reviews to make it into a story, but first... Review Acknowledgments.

TehPancakeFactor - Love your name! Also, if anyone else wants me to write some TF2 reacts I'll get started on those. Please review if you like the idea! Also you were my first reviewer, even if Force o' Nacha was pretty close.

Force o' Nacha - I love that gun so much I named it "Newton's Third Law." Anyone get that physics joke? If not, please look up Newton's Third Law on google. Your idea is getting started, because I always imagined how they got rid of all the bread and why bread now flies out of teleporters.

Guest - Yeah, got that covered already.

KG7X000 - Sorry if it's similar, keep in mind though that it was a friend's idea and I never read any other one-shots for a reason. Yeah.

IcedFireFrenzy - THANK YOU! FIRST COMPLIMENT REVIEW (KG7X000 had a compliment too, I guess, but it wasn't the only thing he reviewed about.)

Divergency - Okay, I'll try, but could you be more specific?

If you guys keep reviewing this much I may not be able to answer all of your reviews, but I will PM you. Also, if you want me to continue writing these after 100, let me know! I enjoy writing these! Also, I will do two-shots and three-shots if you want me. Review about that too. Yeah.

Whoever is reading this DISCLAIMER review a smiley face! I DO NOT OWN TF2!

Objective 2 - The Mann Brothers (Idea by me[Part of this is the intro to my TF2 story that I'm working on])

A not so very long time ago, in a world very, very near...

There was a war.

Not an normal war, mind you. It was a war of the two brothers. Blutarch and Redmond Mann. Which meant that anything could happen.

You see, when Blutarch and Redmond Mann were born, as twins, they hated each other with first sight. As they got older, the hate slowly grew, until it got physical. Near the age of twenty. But lets go a bit more back in time.

The fights would always start out, when they were little kids, about the best color ever created on Earth or just by people. Blutarch would like the color blue and Redmond would like the color red. Obviously. The names of the colors were in their names.

When their parents somehow simultaneously died (not getting murdered by Redmond and Blutarch...) they had given up a while ago trying to convince each other of what the best color was. Now they were fighting over who would inherit the land that their parents had owned.

The land itself was barren, without many plants. Some buildings that served as the mercenaries (sponsored by Redmond and Blutarch) for the BLU and RED teams. I see you won' have much trouble figuring out who's been hired by who.

Anyway, so the land had a very low value on the market, but it was the metal under the land that the Mann Brothers were interested in. It was Australium, the tint of gold and the smell of vanilla (for some reason), the magical alloy and the scientific metal. The Australium was what let the Medic's Medi Guns work, the thing that would transport the fighters to the front lines with teleports. It could even make the Frenchmen become invisible. But that wasn't the most extraordinary thing about this bar of metallic magic.

It could make you immortal.

Instead of me going into all the facts, which would take forever, let's just say that the Mann brothers have been alive for over four hundred years. And that the war was waged (say that five times fast) with the same people for over three hundred. That sure puts things into perspective, don't it?

So here we are. Another five hundred years in the future. Redmond and Blutarch are dead. Killed by their third brother.

Gray. His name is Gray Mann.

But, for another couple years, the war was continued by the Administrator, who was neutral between her late employers.

Then there was an army.

Made of tons of metal and run by electricity.

Looks copied off of the fighters we all know and love.

Robots. Thousands of them. And they were bringing huge bombs into the Mann Co. outposts.

That stopped the small war with our small eighteen friends pretty quickly.

That is the prolouge for my TF2 story I'm currently working on. I'll post when I'm finished with the planning on this.

SEEYA!

-Challenge 2 Complete-