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“LORD! LORD, COME QUICK!” Screeched a frightened Heavy from afar. Through a narrow doorway, two Red-teamed figures attempted to enter: LordPersonality and Voidlord. By knocking each other over, hatred was born.
“What are you doing, you filthy Demo main? He called for me, no one else!” Puked Voidlord.
“Lies! He called for me, not a stupid Soldier player! Your sword looks a little short, eh?” Combatted LordPersonality.
“You dare not speak of my father’s Zatoichi that way! You’ll…” his voice droned on monotonously.
Just then, the Heavy came through into the room, morphing into a Blu Spy behind Voidlord! Thoughts entered LordPersonality’s mind: Do I save this idiot who bears no respect for me? Or do I let him die, that he may return angry as a bear?
While Voidlord was still swearing loudly, LordPersonality drew his favorite bottle of 500-year-old whiskey, swiping it quickly across the Spy’s forehead, triggering his Dead Ringer, causing him to run away to a corner to recharge, and shattering the bottle on impact. The intoxicating fumes from the spilled alcohol filled the room with a strange passion, and Voidlord suddenly snapped out of his insult-driven frenzy.
“You… you saved me? That whiskey must have meant the world to you!” said Voidlord.
“I love you man,” Spat LordPersonality.
“I thought you’d never say the words,” replied Voidlord.
At that moment, the whiskey haze filled the room, leaving only their lustful shadows in the mist.
From then on, no one really knows what happened in that room, except for the Spy of course. All we know about him is that he put a gun in his mouth the next day.


The end.