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Untitled TF2 poem/song

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Atariangamer:
The breeze was cool and life was great,
that day at 2fort back in '68,
when the pyro's ran round with their burner of backs,
and everybody stayed cooped up trying to relax,
when sniper, scout, medic and I,
made the decision that we would try
to get the intel, and bring it back
and put our score charts back on track.
Sniper walked slow to the upper decks
pulled out his rifle, cracked his neck and flexed,
put the butt to his shoulder, the crosshair aligned
with an enemy heavy standing beneath a 'no entry' sign.
One shot, two points, and nothing but skill,
the sniper cleared everyone's way with a kill,
and the scout rushed across the bridge without fear,
while the medic and I warned a spy was near.
Sure enough we heard a woosh as the red spy appeared,
I knocked him with my wrench, and his eyes locked in a leer,
staring straight though me, it seemed,
to an enemy pyro, his backburner gleamed.
the medic took him down with his great ubersaw,
and the spy disappeared and fell into the maw
of the sewers, and like it or not,
he'd meet my sentry, barrels spinning hot.
We pressed on inside, nearing the prize,
"Uber half charged" said the medic with wise.
we ran down the hallway, and I set up a base,
just incase the enemy tried to deface
our complex manuver, our plan of tricks,
with a natascha heavy, medic with kritz.
Scout rushed 'round the corner, his bat in hand,
he hit the engie, whose head hit the sand
colored desk, as the intel rotated
the lack of defense had us all elated.
we picked up the briefcase and headed back out
when the medic heard something that caused him to shout:
"Get ready for the charge!", would he uber me?
the answer was yes, cuz the enemy sentry
had been set up blocking our only exit,
so I ran up, invulnrable, to red-X it.
We stole out the base with red team in tow,
but sadly we were all running slow,
tired from our vast crusade,
thinking we'd get no accolade,
when suddenly, a pyro jumped down from above,
he ignited them all, pushed with a shove
of air, blasted from his flamethrower,
he taunted them all, and we took out the leftovers.
Triumphantly, we walked through the base,
smiles gleaming on every face,
as we handed the intel to our lead spy,
who was finding it very hard not to cry
tears of joy at the ability to read the reams
and reams of paper about the other teams,
to give us an 'advantage', of which we all dreamed.



...then came the rest of the updates...

Allen Walker:
Very nice Atari. =w=b

Kuwabara:
LOL LOL I like it!

Super Searcher:
Hmm...I was thinking and this song popped into my mind...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hEcjgJSqSRU&ob=av2e

brain candy:
Nice!  ;D

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