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No. 9654
Okay, three quick stories.
First time I logged on the Mantrain, somebody was playing the orchestrated Phoenix Wright soundtrack. My best friend had just moved to Japan, and she was a huge fan of the series. So I felt happy and homesick at the same time. (I never seem to be on when everybody's on the Mantrain. Is there is a good time, in CST, for me to visit?)
Next--I firmly believe that you are playing Medic correctly when you haven't killed anybody and people are yelling over the mike about you. Let's say I had a little Harvest event where somebody raged at me for an abundance of consecutive ubers. My patient was a happy little Russian.
Third--one time, this gal and I held the basement of 2fort up for 49 minutes. It was probably some serious turtling, but I'd like to think of it more as a square dance. Two engies, a system of teleporters that made loops to and fro, two of every animal. Ya know. I think what especially made that round fun was that we had a Spy that kept riding our teleporters every time he was trying to sap them. He ended up with a wrench in his face. A lot. The only thing that broke the stalemate was our Scout getting two steals towards the last five minutes and winning the match.
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