|Sohn einer Hündin!!!!! I had my nemesis in my gun sites. I tried to
send him to the depths of hell but my machinegun was jammed. I mirrored
his manoeuvre's while I skillfully tried to remove what looked like a bloody finger from the firing mechanism.|
I managed to follow his every move. Removing the mangled digit and prepared to exact revenge on my cod piece. But this had to wait as now my thumb had re-jammed my gun. Du Hurensohn!!!!
The smoke billows out of my aircraft like a black pipecleaner. At least for now my tight turns kept any ignition away.
|Die Die Die I yelled. As I looked down and saw what looked like a small throwable object with multiple resting positions, used for generating random numbers. Suddenly I felt warmer.|
|Flames suddenly engulfed my chip wrapper. I had an idea. Even if my guns wouldn't fire I could fly close enough to my nemesis and burn him.|
|I had a reputation at the gaming club for using innovative tactics. Some would say idiot, fool, half wit, retard. But trust me I had a plan.|