10-22-2009, 02:05 AM
Well, I had us (E.P., Viking, and me; Misha had met his demise shortly after Marto and you, Kurtz) take the jeep up the hill, through the jungle a bit, and then out into the open - an open soon to be filled with tangos, unfortunately. I saw a bunch of unhappy brown folks notice our presence in that most life-force-draining of ways and managed to get out a, "Uh, Viking, can you kill them?" (he was manning the .50cal) just before I caught sight of the launch of an RPG and watched it come straight for us (it looked like a little black cross - fitting, b/c we were about to die. . .). I knew we were on our way to checking out and could only marvel at the scene from a movie I found myself in, right at that moment. I swear it seemed like something I'd seen in a movie. Well, anyways, the impact came and the world went topsy-turvy. Game over. Sadly, time was short, and I was unable to stick around and lead us to our deaths, again. No worries, though - I had a blast! ;D HA! "Blast!" Get it?! HAHAHA! Pray for me.