n00bguts

           It was a drizzly and overcast Sunday on the RED base. Clouds the color of boredom hung in the sky, occasionally yawning some scarce sunlight through their tightly knit quilt. ______, you, wished it wasn't a Sunday, a ceasefire day. Fighting in the rain always exhilarated you; the BLU sniper almost never saw you prowling the Tue Fort bridge through his scope, enemy spies would get wet and hold water, making cloaking impossible, and even the BLU scout seemed to slow down a little. Which made him easier to hit, which you brutally did.     Thinking of how much you liked to beat up the BLU scout ma