I’d love to see Exodus’ defense. Since the day started, accusations started against Exodus and a little towards Augustus. Exodus seems a little more inactive than I am, and hasn’t even tried to defend himself within the past 35 hours…
it’s either Exodus or Augustus for me… I think OZ is clean and obviously, ForgeDigger is clean
in favor of a lynch, I vote Exodus
Lynch: Exodus
30ish minutes to deadline
Votes are locked. Writeups coming in a little while.
I’m really anxious to read this. fingers crossed
Psh. I know what’s coming. Both games are over and the Blue team is the best team.
Day 4: BLU Victory
People were sitting around the breakfast table, eating their food.
“Can you pass the jelly, please” said the Demoman.
“Why, it’s not like there’s alcohol in it you drunken fool” said the scout, laughing and getting a high five from the Engineer.
“What did ye say to me?” said the Demoman, rising from his seat in a fit of anger. “Do ye want to go 9 rounds with the cyclops?”
“Like you’d last 9 rounds with the Boston Kid, drunk” replied the scout, to more laughs from around the table. Without hesistation, the **Demoman **leaped across the table, sending the food flying as he landed on top of the scout. He smashed the bottom of his half empty bottle of alcohol, leaving a jagged edge, as he began to swing at the Scouts head. True to his speed, he was able to easily dodge the swings of the **demomans **bottle by shifting his head. Just then the **Soldier **smashed a chair into the back of the Demoman, sending him flailing across the room and off of the scout. “Thanks, solly” said the scout, as he jumped to his feet and dusted himself off.
“Don’t mention it, kid. But next time” started the Soldier, who was interrupted by the **engineer’s **wrench catching him across the jaw, dislocating the bottom half of his mouth. The Demoman, having recovered from the chair, snuck up behind the **scout **and wrapped his arms around him, locking him in place.
“Let’s see you move away from this one, Scout” said the Demoman, “Get him engy.”
The engineer smiled, as he inched closer, exaggerating his back swing and enjoying the fear on the scouts face. With a big swing, he aimed directly at the scouts head.
“Nope!” said the scout, jumping straight up and then double jumping away, leaving the wrench to connect with the **Demomans **face instead. “Bonk!” laughed the scout, as he made his escape.
Exodus. smiled as he watched from the sidelines. Saxton Hale was pleased… with this distraction, he could finally make his move and take out the last 4 imbeciles preventing him from victory. He reached into his pocked for his golden australium wrench, waiting for his moment to make a move.
The Soldier, meanwhile, recovered from his wrench hit. Still unable to speak with a broken jaw, he let the loud “Click” of his shotgun pumping do the talking for him. His sights were set right on the Engineer. The **Engineer **turned, and gave an angry look at the Soldier.
“Are you serious right now?” said the Engineer, staring down the barrel of the shotgun. “I don’t really feel like going through respawn before I’ve finished my breakfast.”
Wrought with anger – and a bit Post Traumatic stress disorder – the **Soldier **looked at the Engineer like he was the enemy from his battlefield days, dressed in a rice picking hat back in 'Nam. He pulled the trigger, sending buckshot flying at the engineer.
The Demoman, on the other hand, was not about to hold a grudge with the Engineer, and used his charge to knock the Engineer out of the way just in time. Both barely cleared the blast of the shotgun.
Directly behind them, however, Saxton Hale was not so fortunate. Armed with his golden wrench, the shotgun pellets riddled his chest, knocking him down backwards, sending his paper mask flying.
“Are you serious?” said Exodus. gripping at his bleeding chest. “Saxton Hale couldn’t be penetrated by a mere shotgun!”
The **soldier **looked down at his gun. Imprinted on the side, was the logo “Saxton Hale Weaponry” with the slogan “Enough firepower to stop even Saxton Hale!”
Exodus. recognized the gun, and sighed. “Oh, sweet hubris, how thou hast forsaken me. Alas, it is with a heavy heart and…”
**Orochizoolander **had pulled the trigger a second time, not wanting to hear some sissy pants diatribe from Saxton Hale. The shot landed directly in his face, Silencing Saxton Hale for good.
**Forgedigger **looked down at his wrench, still covered in **Orochizoolander **and **sumazndude’s **blood, and realized his mistake.
“Sorry guys,” said ForgeDigger. “No hard feelings, alright?”
“Are you kidding me?” said Augustus, who had been hiding since the brawl broke out. “We just got Saxton Hale! That means we did it! We won!”
Everyone nodded in agreement, half broken, bloodied, and bruised as they were, they were victorious.
“Congratulations, BLU Team, you are victorious” came the **Administrators **voice over the intercom.
Everyone sat back down in their chairs, noticing their breakfast spilled all over the floor and the broken table.
“So… shall we go out for breakfast?” suggested ForgeDigger.
“Sure… **Orochizoolander **is paying!” said ForgeDigger, rushing out of the room as **Orochizoolander **chased him with a pick axe.
**Augustus **helped steady **sumazndude **on his feet, and escorted him out of the room, leaving the dead Saxton Hale lifeless in the corner.
Team BLU wins!
Woo~
Yippee-I-o-kai-ay!
Although strangely I have multiple personalities. XD “Should we go out for breakfast. Yeah, OZ’s paying.”
XD yessssssss.
Can I get in on the loser’s lounge?
whoops lol was supposed to be the scout being chased by the solider. will fix it later
Ditto. I expect ours to be half the size of the Red’s.
There’s only one lounge actually
I stand corrected.
gg
cool how BOTH BLU teams won
I’ve been ignoring the other thread completely, didn’t want it throwing me off my own game and having my second guess myself even more 
Damn they got 15 pages wow we are so much better than them lol.
Nah they are just mad active in the other camp, we were the complete opposite lol.
LOL yeah but I’m just bragging that we won in 7 pages instead of 15 =P.