TF2 Mercs | Alien!User👽

7:25 PM

“Doc! Doc!” Scout shouted as he ran into the common room, panting as if he had just ran several miles. “What, Scout. I’m quite busy…” Medic rolled his eyes, his German accent heavy on the annoyance in his voice. Medic was half way through helping Heavy assemble a sandwich. “You look more ran down than a heat dried mule boy!” Engineer budded in, lifting his head up from the deck of cards he held, Engineer, Soldier and Demo had been indulging in an intense game of poker, two bottles of beer on the line for whoever won. “I- huff Y-You guys gotta come see this, it’s crazy!” Scout waved his arms wildly, gesturing impatiently at the door he had came came in from, waiting for everyone to stop what they were doing to follow him.

7:29 PM

Demo was drunkenly complaining about how much his feet hurt, the team had been walking for a few minutes now, they were starting to regret coming all of the way out into this dark forest that Scout had dragged them to until Scout suddenly stopped in his tracks, looking down at a giant crater in the middle of an old hiking trail, a round, metal object laid in the middle of the crater still steaming as if it had came from space itself and had crashed through the ozone layer.

“What the hell?” Engineer muttered, stepping up beside Scout whilst adjusting his goggles subconsciously.