New chapters should be coming soon. I will try to update it as frequently as I can.


It was the BLU Team's break. After a long day trying to hold back the RED Team, this would be the time of day where they would sit back, drink some beer, and plan their upcoming plans. Mostly for drinking beer. However, some days, when they really needed it, they would discuss some plans. Today was one of those days.

"Okay," said the Spy, who was anxiously thinking of a strategy. "Put down your beers and listen to my input." Everyone settled down. "RED is excruciatingly dominating us. We need a backup plan."

The Spy was correct. Before their break, they were fighting in Gravel Pit. They had to capture the tower. They were so close, too. The Soldier and Demoman had the control point in their hands. But at that moment, the "hustle of fun" RED Heavy hopped in. Even worse, so did the fully-charged medic. BLU Team needed to capture Gravel Pit soon, since they were soon moving away from the dust-covered cyclone to Teufort.

The Soldier jumped up into reply to the Spy. "I say we sneak into their base, and blow the crap out of them! Then we can laugh at their disembodied heads! Then…!" The Spy silenced him.

"If we execute that plan, we will all surely get murdered!" Spy yelled at the team, who at that moment realized how serious this situation is. That is, everyone but the Scout.

"Hey, shape shifter!" Scout tossed his words over to the Spy. "Why are you acting like you're the leader of the team or something? I say we just do our thing, smacking people in the heads, and stabbing them in the back!"

"Well, first, I'm the most educated out of all of you," wheezed Spy, along with cigarette smoke. "No offensive toleration, except for Scout." The Scout angrily cringed, but ignored the Spy. "And, second, don't you notice? If we suffer defeat, it could be the end of it. They may lay us off, or even worse, kill us."

The entire team was silent. Then finally, the Sniper spoke up. "I'm sorry, mate, but plans just aren't our thing. We'll see what works out."

Spy sighed deeply and groaned. "Fine, you frightened cowards. We'll see how the war ends up tomorrow. But if we go down, it'll be you gentlemen to be put to blame. So, good luck, or there will be no flowers on your coffin." Spy trampled slowly out of the room.

"What do we do now?" said the Heavy, who just woke up for the final parts of the Spy's little speech. "I could grab Sasha for a spin."

"Nah!" trippingly shouted the Demoman, with about 5 bottles of beer. "I say we just sit here and drink some more booze! It's not like the French lad can do anything about it!"

The Soldier nodded with pride and opened another bottle. The Heavy sat back down. He wasn't the smartest tool in the shed, but he knew Spy was right. Something had to be done. So, the next day, he and the Medic were going to have a talk.