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No. 12301
"Oh, boy... It'll be fine. Just go into the light. No no... hush..." The dog whined pitifully, it's tongue hanging lazily out, no strength to even pant through the pain. "Oh god... Sorry... I'm so sorry I can't do anything... DAMMIT!" He pulled out his shotgun, the one he's never had to use. "It'll be better for you on the other side!" He pulled the trigger.
The bang echoed resoundingly in the empty field, bouncing and returning against the small farmhouse. The dog lay silent, blood soaking into the dirt it lay unmoving on. He wiped a tear from his eye.
It was a simple burial. He lay the dog into a shallow dirt hole. His whole body was covered with mud, his hands bleeding from the effort of cutting into the hard earth with his shovel. "You were my only friend... I hope you have a good afterlife. Wait for me there..." With that, he began to shovel the dirt back into the hole, dirtying the dog's otherwise clean pelt. He had washed the blood away with the precious water in the well.
By the time he was done, the sun was setting, casting a serene orange glow over the land. Rays of light cut through the overhanging tree, spots of lights dancing over the fresh grave as a gentle breeze rustled the leaves. The tears began to pour from him, wracking his body with sobs. The dog had been with him ever since he was a little boy. His mother passed away when he was just 16, and he had been living alone with the dog up to the ripe age of 40.
The days after, it seemed like time ceased to flow, and he was repeating the same day over and over. Days turned to months, and before he knew it, a year had passed. He woke up that morning and checked the calander. It was the same one from the last five years, but it suited him just fine. He moved a trinket of his mother to mark the days. The day of his best friends' death was the only thing he ever marked on it. It was today.
He had to visit the grave today. After a meager meal from the few crops he had managed to harvest the past month, he put on his good boots, and his best outfit- which desperately needed washing- and set out for the lone tree. It was a good walk, but he had to do it.
As he stood over the grave, he looked back at all the good times he had with him. He smiled, for the first time in a year. He smiled. He realized then that his friend wouldn't want him mourning like this, he would want him to move on, and live. They would be together soon. The dog had taught him a lot, and he needed to hold his memory by remembering those lessons.
Then Sniper ripped into Scout's body, his fingers literally growing bear claws to tear into him. Scout screamed in pain, flailing as his organs began to pour out. Sniper growled, an animalistic sound ripping from his throat. Then he took him over to the edge of a cliff and tossed him into a garbage chute. The body tumbled down, into the depths of Mount Doom... Also Sniper raped engie... or something like that.
What is going on? What the literal fuck?
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Thanks for sorting out the whole banned issue. Too bad I can't get on tf2chan at work anymore...
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