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. ]]

Comments

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I like the way you think, sir!

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Should have a few more in the cooler...

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*A man with this much alcohol in his system should not be handling a flamethrower. He takes a roundabout path to the cooler and pulls out two more beers, handing one to Solider.*

Cheers.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

CHEERS! -Soldier clinks the bottle hard enough to literally shatter off the top, drinking down his entire beer in one chug.-

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*And Pyro is not to be outdone, chugging his own.*

Another round?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Solly takes a moment to use Pyro's pilot light to light one of his cigars. After a few puffs he shoulders his rocket launcher.-

Let's do this, soldier.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro gives a little mock salute and stands ready.*

Yes, sir!

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FIRE!

-And away they go!-