“Scout! Lad! Are ye alright?!” During all his time he worked for RED, Demoman had never been so relieved to see a Scout, be it one belonging to BLU or to RED. “Scout? Do you even hear me?”
“Nah. The dump got overrun 'n destroyed before all of us got out.” He stared into the distance, where he once had been deployed. There were no shouts, no laughter, the last cries of triumph were nothing but a memory from the different life he had lived on
The more complicated a technical device, the higher the risk that an act of nature breaks it. The breakdown of Thundermountain’s respawn-system fortunately didn’t kill anybody. Recklessness, however… The outcome of this race against the clock lies not in
Scout bemerkte fix, dass seine geliebte Basecap fehlte. „Ey Dicker hast du sie nicht mehr alle? Das war die Originalmütze von Babe Ruth – dem großen Bambino! Die hat mir mein Daddy vererbt! Ich glaub ich muss dir mal die Kauleiste polieren Stalin!“
