The same, boring setup. RED team senselessly beating BLU team while the latter repeats. It's all a normal, no-reason war waging within the confines of the Arizona-Kentucky area. Seems like nothing could ever go wrong, nothing but the normal headshot of a Teammate, or the spontaneous-combustion of a Scout standing inches from you. Something does, for once. But, in the end, two groups of highly trained warriors and courageous fighters learn about friendship.

Author's notes:

Yeah, you're eyes are perceiving pixelated text correctly. This is ANOTHER FUCKING TF2 FIC. I began work on this on a very late Saturday night, there was alcohol, Shouting, Laptop screens with ponies on them, and a HUGE amount of TF2. Nuff' said.

What I'm doing is kinda experimental, not really used to writing shiz-niz about video games. Expect more TF2 from me, but, don't get impatient.

Anywho, enjoy the first of many TF2 Themed stories! ^^