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Ryan the Sniper’s Diary:

February, 9th, 2013

It was a cold, breezy day in Coldfront and I was getting into my position for the battle that is coming up. The evil ♥♥♥♥♥ suddenly said the mission will begin in 10 sec. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1 *horn goes on* They come raging out of their supply room like mad dogs. *boom* I headshotted a raging soldier at the spot between his helmet and his eyebrows. Suddenly, one of my friends Dan the Heavy sweeps the first wave while me and Brandon the Engineer stay on our point. Brandon heard something outside and sniffed a bit. “I smell...croissants!” he said. He stood up from his stool and went outside. As he went outside we heard, “Victory!” and we won the battle. All of a sudden, I heard some gun shoot out side of the point and saw Brandon walking back with a pistol in his hand. He walk away with evil smirk and I heard something outside. I heard a sad, painful groan, like someone is dying. I rushed outside to see what the hell it is. I looked around and at the corner was a Blue Spy. Agonizing in pain, he was shoot at left side of his chest. He saw me with fear and badly shiver while covering up his chest. I slowly walk up to him. As I do so, he ♥♥♥♥♥♥ more scared which caused him more pain. When I reached to him, he was covering his face with tears in his eyes. I removed his hand and stared at him for a bit. He looked up at me with tears coming down his mask like rain. I lay down right in front of him and held his shoulder. He looked up at me with a glance, a sad but positive glance. He fell into my arms and I layed him on my lap. He looked so sad but happy also. i never see a spy looked that way before when it dies. With a slow shack, he pushed me closer and whispered to me in a sad, soft tone. “Honey .. Je viens (I’m coming).” He softly lay his head down and softly died. I stood there like a lump with a dead spy on my lap. Then..I cried. The poor Spy had a wife, a kid and a home. All that was taken away from him when got shoot. All of his life was taken away in a heartbeat. I cried for him, his life being gone and how any other class/person that died that day. I layed him down, stood up and slowly walked away with tears streaming down my face. I will never forget that day as I changed scenes then. I’m a Sniper. A sniper that will do anything I could to help any team to make sure they are what they are. Everyday I look at the same spot where the spy died and thought to myself. “What is life among The Wok?”