THIS IS A FRAGGIN' PARTY! Who: The Scout and the Pyro and Anton who is thoroughly confused What: VAMP FRAGGIN' PARTY! And then hangin' around talkin' to New Guy! Where: The abandoned buildings on the south side that Cordy'd pointed out When: High noon! Like a Clint Eastwood movie or some shit, only with vampires! Rating: Swearing and violence! Status: Complete!
"Ok, so do we got all our shit together?"
The Scout felt like some kind of absolute nutbar - ghetto-rigged ammo belt tucked fulla stakes, frickin' Super Soaker fulla holy water - and sure, this was, like, a legitimate use of holy water, but it still felt like he was gonna get struck by lightning for having it in a goddamn Super Soaker - haha, a goddamn Super Soaker full of holy water, that's as bad as the Sniper's motherfucking babies, huh? Crosses - why, exactly, that shit'd actually work on a vampire he really didn't know. And a crossbow. He'd gotten to borrow a crossbow when he was picking up the flamethrower for the Pyro. That was fucking wicked.