I ran towards the robots, my bottle of whiskey in one hand, my grenade launcher in my other. One of the sniper robots shot my bottle and broke it. I ran to the robot and stabbed it with the broken bottle. I then grabbed my bottle and ran towards the crowd. These robots were no match for me! I stabbed one here, then there! These puny bots will never win! Not as long as I'm alive! Ha Ha Ha!
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MvM ~ A TF2 Story ( COMPLETED )
ActionThis story takes place after the Red Team defeated the blue team, Blue Team abandoned their base and got away. Since then the Red Team has had nothing to do but drink alcohol and play cards. But today something interesting happened...
