THAT PAN...! That's me bloody pan in the oven! Give it back!
Me night? Ye wanna know about me
night? Fine, I'll TELL you about me night, cuz it was the worst damn night there ever was!
I woke up to some bloody annoyin' racket and left my room. Seems like it woke up erryone else too, cuz there was a proper crowd formin'. That
cowboy lad was placing the rest of his cowboy lads around the COURTYARD.
Rubber Duck and
TOM left the WORKSHOP together; the latter headed west with a golden scepter, and the Ducky addressed the participants of Capture the Flag. I've played this game mode many times lass, I know how it works.
Ye probly already know what happened in CTF, but when we split into teams,
Davey boy was wearing some kinda cape and
Annie was in her big turtle outfit. The
goose was in its paper mache head again, too.
Stuart Little was watching from the sidelines. Meanwhile, my team came up with our plan.
The Agent would go through the TROPHY ROOM and
Kright would push the flank in the LIBRARY. Of course, I'd play defense, and the cowboy...wasn't paying attention. Typical Engie main. The
Totally Regular Lad also passed through. Scram, we're havin' a match here!
As soon as the whistle blew, the goose used some boombox to force us all to dance. Gunshots rang out around this time, and the goose burst from its costume and sped off. Everybody else splits up, and I rush to get to my team's intel. TOM's here.
Suddenly, that
Emoji person shows up! AN ENEMY SPY IS IN THE BASE! I try to stop her, but she tells me to give up the game, and next thing I know
she's makin' off with our flags.
I chased after her to the TROPHY ROOM, where we bumped into
some gas mask fella. Was there a pyro in this game? The grey horned guy is also here, sleeping like a baby. Suddenly, the masked man shines some kind of flashlight in our eyes, and I have a strange vision! When I come to, Annie's here but the masked man's gone, and so are all the flags. More importantly...ME BLOODY PAN IS MISSING!
There's only one shite stain in this game rotten enough to do this to me.
KOJIMA!
With all of the flags missing, I formed a temporary truce with the enemy and headed to the MAIN BUILDING with em, passing through the steamy LAUNDRY ROOM. In the HALL, the
Ghost of Colonel Sanders is handing out chicken again.
Minus Shachou tries to sell me something in the MAIN HALL, but he doesn't have a lotta +rep, so I ain't buyin'. I step out into the COURTYARD, and see the wee mousie and
Mordin Solus lookin' down at Kright. Her eye's bleedin'...maybe we can be eyepatch pals? No, wait. She's dead.
Bloody shame to lose a teammate like that. I went to bed with no flags and no pan, only pain.
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Ah, right, I almost forgot. I wasn't sure what was goin' on with that Satanmania tournament, but I did whip up a li'l doodle for 'im just in case. Some say art's an explosion, but it ain't no explosive I've ever worked with. I did me best, though. Might've just drawn me boss, actually.