The Fightin' Two to the Eigth Power!

If you'd asked a rational man, he'd say it was over. Comrade Eln, of UBO-TF&W, had fought a valiant and lonesome struggle as the last rock of humanity against a churning deluge of unlife. But Eln's fallen comrades looked down from the firmament and saw that the final moment had arrived; our hero was bound in the hellish embrace of a long-tongued devil and pinned to the ground like a dog by a hooded demon. Lumbering nearby, eager to give aid to the maulings of his undead bretheren, was a stout Tank. With no one left to save the day, Eln resigned to defeat.

But! The Tank had always been an overzealous sort of chap, even since childhood. With a grin, he must have thought: "I will make things easier for my brothers." Wrenching a chunk of concrete from the very ground he stood on, he hurled his missle with all his undead might, landing squarely on the immobile Eln.

He had not reckoned, then, that the terrible force of this flying stone would send the hunter and the smoker flying away from their target.

"Nice work, dumbass", and "♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ smart, man" the two abyssals were heard to say before our Titan of Mankind brutally sent them back to the underworld. By a stroke of animal stupidity, the human race was saved!

But only for a moment because later on the Tank killed Eln. Sux.