I suppose.
Why did I get the idea to put poetry on a gaming forum? l :nomnom:
Ok
There were once two teams. RED and BLU. They're acronyms, but I can't remember what they stand for.... Anyways.... One of the Heavy Weapons Guys was on his way to eat a sandvich, when the BLU Pyro came and burned said sandvich to a crisp. The Heavy, seeing this, proceeded to rev up his minigun by the name of Sascha and turned that Pyro into a burining piece of Swiss cheese. Then, the BLU Sniper, (being the camping bastard he is) shot the Heavy and blew his Soviet brains out. That was when the Spy (Who was French) snuck up on the Sniper and slit his Australian throat. He then proceeded to say, "You should have stayed in that camping van you call a home!" He was later killed in an attempt to sap the Engineer's dispenser. The Engineer was then blown to bits by the drunk, black scottish cylops known as the Demoman. Then the daily Scout rush, which consists of dozens of radioactive energy drink fueled bostonions with shotguns attempting to steal the intelligence, and are then mowed down by Heavies and Sentries, happened. Then the Medic, who was always shouting, "Get on ze point, dummkopf!" was killed by the Soldier, who was a stereotypical American.
Then the map reset and ctf_2fort was once again thrown into a cycle of carnage.