The game was Team Fortress 2. We had successfully pushed those darned Reds back to their last means of defense...
*Flicks a cig to the ground and stomps it out with his boot*
I was the teams only doctor, and god damnit... People always say that death and injury during a war is a horrible thing to witness, but what do they know... They don't have to keep it from happening, they rely on others to do it for them... You can't even begin to imagine the things that I've seen...
With medical supplies short, I could only do so much to keep my comrades alive, I can't even bare to imagine the slaughter that would have taken place if I wasn't there.. We had a plan though! Victory... Close at hand, it was...
My friend... The Heavy had decided that it was up to him to take the countless volleys of bullets that zipped our way, but he could only do it with my help. I had faith in him, and knew that if we worked together, we could get the job done. I nodded, and turned my attention to him. We charged that point, his gun was blazing, our comrades close behind us.
As we got closer and closer, it was about that time... To Ubercharge my fair friend, and push the enemy out of position... That's... That's when it happened... My computer, she crashed that day... And when I returned... Everyone... Everyone was dead...