Eighth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

-Ladies and gentlemen of Goldberg Street... A car has just blown up. A literal explosion + fireball.

Why, do you ask? What is the cause of all this ruckus?

Well there are two men, you see. Two men dressed in red. And they are both drunk. And bored. And have deadly weapons.

They are playing dodgeball with rockets.-

HA HAAA! That was a good one! Let's see if we can hit something bigger! Get ready!

[[ Pyro and Soldier are playing the most awesome of TF2 games, DODGEBALL, of course they are playing the Soldier VS Pyro variant. They aren't aiming at each other (except for Soldier's initial firing of a rocket at Pyro in the first place), but rather reflecting rockets into other objects.

They might just hit your house. ]]

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[paysyoursalary.livejournal.com]

[The Administrator had heard the explosion and come to investigate.

Hanging back somewhat out of sight, she's pleased with what she sees. Not only do RED Solider and Pyro both have weapons, they are both extremely liable to blow each other to burnt crispy bits.

That would be worth seeing. She hangs out of site behind one of the houses, and watches them from there. She's not really very...stealthy, but her men will most likely be too into their game to notice her. At least that's what she's counting on.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Oh my, that one came a bit close, didn't it boss lady?-

[paysyoursalary.livejournal.com]

[A bit, but it doesn't seem to phase her. She simply regards the scar on the landscape and decides that getting blown up might put a dent in future plans.

Don't think she's going too far. She's simply taking better cover and waiting for a tell-tale "OH SHI-" or piercing scream that would signal what she's waiting for.

She's even smoking a cigarette while she waits.]

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Soldier's no sniper. He can't spot a hot cherry from where he's standing.-