Red vs Blue with a new character joining in the mix.
Agent New Mexico lost all his memories during his time in Project Freelancer, he found his way to Blood Gulch. After being assigned to Blue team, he now has to deal with all the madness and chaos...
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Pan up from the ground and close in on two soldiers on top of a base, one clad in maroon armor, Simmons, the other in orange, Grif.
Simmons: Hey.
Grif: Yeah?
Simmons: You ever wonder why we're here?
Grif: It's one of life's great mysteries isn't it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don't know, man, but it keeps me up at night.
Both stare at each other in silence.
Simmons: ...What?! I mean why are we out here, in this canyon?
Grif: Oh. Uh... yeah.
Simmons: What was all that stuff about God?
Grif: Uh...hm? Nothing.
Simmons: You wanna talk about it?
Grif: No.
Simmons: You sure?
Grif: Yeah.
Simmons: Seriously though, why are we out here? As far as I can tell, it's just a box canyon in the middle of nowhere. No way in or out.
Grif: Mm-hmm.
Simmons: The only reason that we set up a Red Base here, is because they have a Blue Base over there. And the only reason they have a Blue Base over there is because we have a Red Base here.
Grif: Yeah. That's because we're fighting each other.
Simmons: No, no. But I mean, even if we were to pull out today, and if they would come take our base, they would have two bases in the middle of a box canyon. Whoopdee-fucking-doo.
Grif: What's up with that anyway? I mean, I signed on to fight some aliens. Next thing I know, Master Chief blows up the whole Covenant armada and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere, fighting a bunch of blue guys.
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Zoom in on three soldiers watching Grif and Simmons from atop a cliff, one wielding a sniper rifle and in cobalt armor, Church, the other standing behind him in aqua armor, Tucker, and the one next to him in light blue armor, Arroyo.
Tucker: What're they doing?
Church slowly turns around to face Tucker, lowering his rifle.
Church:(Aggravated) What?
Arroyo: He said, "What are they doing now?"
Church: (Frustrated) God damn, I'm getting so sick of answering that question!
Tucker:(Defensively) You have the fucking rifle, We can't see shit. Don't bitch at us because I'm not going to just sit up here and play with my dick.
Arroyo: (Annoyed) Church, we are bored out of our minds just watching you watching them and I really don't wanna see Tucker do anything with his dick.
Church: (Interrupting) Okay, okay, look... they're just standing there and talking, okay? (getting angry) That's all they're doing. That's all theyever do, is just stand there and talk. That's what they were doing last week, that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So, five minutes from now, when you guys ask me, "What are they doing?" my answer's gonna be, "They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there!"
All of them fell silent.
Tucker: ...What're they talking about?
Church: ...You know what? I fucking hate you.
Arroyo: ...Well do you guys want to play "I Spy"?
Church: I change my mind, I fucking hate both of you.
Cut back to Grif and Simmons.
Grif: Talk about a waste of resources. I mean, we should be out there finding new and intelligent forms of life... you know, fight them.
Simmons: Yeah, no shit. That's why they should put us in charge.
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Cut to a low-angle shot of a soldier in red armor, Sarge, who is seen looking up at Simmons and Grif.
