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War

It is a new dawn,
I arrive here in spawn,  
Wrench in hand,  
Prepared to go searching for that metal, scant.  
My army finally arrives,  
Dancing, drinking, and enjoying their last moments before fighting for their lives.  
  
Cooped up, like bulls in a bullpen,  
"Mission begins in 10..."  
Voice booming over the loudspeaker,  
The countdown begins, familiar,  
"5...4...3...2...1...Begin!"  
Running out of our spawn, a team of mercenaries, of assassins.  
   
Some run straight to the front lines,  
Some run out to the map's confines.  
I run to a tower, where I know my Sniper is camping,  
And build him a dispenser so he can be healing.  
Then to a corner facing the path of the enemy,  
And erect my sentry, deadly.  
   
A fellow Engineer sees me,  
And decides to build next to me,  
Two sentries, are twice as deadly,  
And with his dispenser,  
With metal we can both prosper,  
As we shoot down the enemy, proper.  
   
Their Scout runs up,  
But then runs back so as to not get shot up,  
I pull out my Wrangler, and aim my gun,  
And blow out his brains, oh, what fun!    
Blood curdling screams from the battlefield ring in my ears,  
This is the fuel for anyone's fears.  
   
Our Demos run by with axes,  
Their Soldier rocket-jumps past us,  
But lands hilariously on our Demo's sticky bombs!  
I hear a Heavy with his "Om-nom-nom"s,  
Eating his Sandvich,  
Beware, with deadly health he will flourish!  
   
Then, in the blink of an eye,  
I suddenly die!  
My sentry is down,  
And my friend's buildings are down,  
And now, in the feed, I see, he is dead too,  
We were backstabbed by the Spy of team Blu.  
   
We both respawn,    
Along with the Heavy, the big, fat one.  
We run out again, and go our separate ways,  
He'll try something new, he says.  
That's a good idea, I think,  
The enemy, I need to out-think.  
   
I build a teleporter just outside of spawn,  
A new place I've gone,  
That ends at a new corner,  
A high up corner,  
And build my dispenser and sentry,  
To rain down upon the enemy, bullets and injury.  
   
From here, I can see the main battle,  
To the point, they all scramble,  
Our Heavy plows down their Demo and Scout,  
Only to get backstabbed by their Spy who hid as our Scout.  
My sentry kills their Medic, and leaves their Heavy defenceless,  
Their Sniper comes out, but gets counter-sniped, priceless.  
   
Their Heavy plows down our Scout,  
And hits me, but I duck before I'm down-and-out.  
Their Medic comes back,  
I heal with my dispenser, and shoot the Heavy back,  
Who gets sniped by our team,  
As they all run off, in the distance, I hear many a scream!  
   
*Gasp!* My team's spawn camping!  
Lack of fairness, I should be ashamed, but it's such a blessing.  
Our Scout can now go point capturing!  
Finally, the enemy breaks through,  
Seven people die at once, it's rough,  
They all respawn, and across the map, they make their way through.  
   
Suddenly, my screen is ablaze!  
I begin making my way back through the maze,  
My teleporter is down, I call for Medic,  
But he died in the battle, epic.  
Behind me steps the Pyro,  
Though I die, our Heavy escapes, narrow.  
   
I respawn, along with the Medic,  
No need for healing now, my health's full, and I'm optimistic,  
My team's capturing the final point!  
Will they succeed at this checkpoint?  
When I run out there, the enemy team is at gunpoint,  
Will a new winning team, they annoint?  
   
They don't care, they continue to fight,  
Continue to die, then spawn, then fight,  
Again and again,  
Regardless of the pain...  
Friends have been lost,  
Some have changed games, or been kicked by the host.  
   
Our Heavy with Medic,  
Plows down the enemy, epic!  
And while they wait to respawn,  
The point is just about captured, I believe we have won!  
Then an enemy Spy pops out,  
But from his invisibility he blips out!  
   
And with the Force-A-Nature,  
Is a critical hit, as the point we do capture!  
Their Spy is down,  
He has a microphone meltdown,  
Us, a new winning team they crown!  
And now...I have been switched to team Blu, for the next showdown!
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
Published | Edited 8th Mar 2020
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