Sample Entry: (from his previous stay at Mayfield. If this isn't okay, please let me know and I will write a new sample!)
Any motivated, hard working, diligent young man would have been getting ready for work at this time of day, but Scout wasn't any of those. Well, he'd tell you he was, but he really didn't care to be motivated for work right now. After all, he worked in a construction yard doing menial labor for a pathetic pay -- not his profession of choice.
Wearing casual clothing (and not a construction vest or anything like that), Scout casually strolled around his front yard, eying up the large, colorful mushrooms that were splayed about the grass. He didn't recall them being there earlier, but it was possible that he simply didn't notice. He crouched down in front of the biggest one he could see, then poked it. It was almost as if the mushroom were made of rubber, the way it bounced back into shape as soon as his finger pulled away.
It reminded him of candy. The color, the way it moved when poked, the ...
While the thought of delicious grape candy fluttered through his mind, the RED haphazardly grabbed the fungus and shoved it into his mouth before actually realizing what he was doing and chewed. The taste was interesting -- it wasn't grape, or anything like that, but it wasn't too terrible either.
"Mmm, ah, ahkay, dis ain't so bad."
He stood up and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness rush through his head. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure, and when he reopened them, the neighborhood was blue. Everything was blue. The BLU team. Builders League United.. Memories of battles fought at the Granary, the Dustbowl, and the Gravel Pit (among others) quickly flashed in an almost photographic manner in his mind.
He wasn't in Mayfield anymore, at least, he thought. Sure, the town looked the same, but everything was BLUE. And that meant pretty much one thing, and one thing only. Somehow, sometime, the enemy team had taken over the point. And Scout knew he had to defend what was rightfully his, by any means necessary.
RED Scout | Team Fortress 2 | Reserved | DONE
Any motivated, hard working, diligent young man would have been getting ready for work at this time of day, but Scout wasn't any of those. Well, he'd tell you he was, but he really didn't care to be motivated for work right now. After all, he worked in a construction yard doing menial labor for a pathetic pay -- not his profession of choice.
Wearing casual clothing (and not a construction vest or anything like that), Scout casually strolled around his front yard, eying up the large, colorful mushrooms that were splayed about the grass. He didn't recall them being there earlier, but it was possible that he simply didn't notice. He crouched down in front of the biggest one he could see, then poked it. It was almost as if the mushroom were made of rubber, the way it bounced back into shape as soon as his finger pulled away.
It reminded him of candy. The color, the way it moved when poked, the ...
While the thought of delicious grape candy fluttered through his mind, the RED haphazardly grabbed the fungus and shoved it into his mouth before actually realizing what he was doing and chewed. The taste was interesting -- it wasn't grape, or anything like that, but it wasn't too terrible either.
"Mmm, ah, ahkay, dis ain't so bad."
He stood up and suddenly felt a wave of dizziness rush through his head. He closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure, and when he reopened them, the neighborhood was blue. Everything was blue. The BLU team. Builders League United.. Memories of battles fought at the Granary, the Dustbowl, and the Gravel Pit (among others) quickly flashed in an almost photographic manner in his mind.
He wasn't in Mayfield anymore, at least, he thought. Sure, the town looked the same, but everything was BLUE. And that meant pretty much one thing, and one thing only. Somehow, sometime, the enemy team had taken over the point. And Scout knew he had to defend what was rightfully his, by any means necessary.