Immigrant Song
Who: BLU Pyro, OPEN
What: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS WACKY PLACE Pyro steps outside the hideyhole and peeks around the world of Nautilus for the first time.
Where: Western District
When: Saturday
Warnings: Nothing yet but will update as necessary? PROBABLY FIRE.
So the sky was red. Did this mean that RED had captured the control point?
WELL PYRO SURE DIDN'T KNOW SEEING AS HOW NOBODY WAS TELLING HER ANYTHING.
Pyro could hardly believe how useless she felt right then, as she walked around the outside of the hotel she'd holed up in after her awakening. No flamethrower, no guns, no axes or Announcer screaming or communication with the rest of the team. Nothing. Here she was just wandering around in circles doing nothing like an idiot. If Pyro had pockets in that weird blue rubber suit she'd have her giant hands balled up and crammed angrily in there, that's how exasperated she was about all this.
Either this was one hell of an unfinished new area or someone had really screwed up this time with the respawn system. Who would Pyro be mad at here though? Engineer was supposed to keep on top of all that, or so Pyro thought, but maybe Medic had some hand in all this, futzing about with the system when nobody was looking?
Did Medic even have that kind of technical knowledge though? Lord knew he hardly had any real medical knowledge in that head of his either.
Well this sucked tremendously regardless.
And half an hour of aimless wandering and muffled grumbling later, she still couldn't find the goddamn control point.
The Pyro had picked some long piece of broken metal pipe out of a dumpster upon leaving the building she'd been in, just in case any REDs decided to show themselves - at least then she wouldn't be completely S.O.L. - but now she was just so exasperated by All Of This that she plunked herself and her pipe and her recently acquired V-esque hat down onto the nearest curbside, huffing with an annoyed mumph and kind of deflating a bit upon landing which was a little weird but that's besides the point.
What was the point right now was that the control point was still missing.
Huff huff.
If this went on much longer, and then the goddamn humiliation round started up,
Huff puff mumph.
So angry.
What: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON IN THIS WACKY PLACE Pyro steps outside the hideyhole and peeks around the world of Nautilus for the first time.
Where: Western District
When: Saturday
Warnings: Nothing yet but will update as necessary? PROBABLY FIRE.
So the sky was red. Did this mean that RED had captured the control point?
WELL PYRO SURE DIDN'T KNOW SEEING AS HOW NOBODY WAS TELLING HER ANYTHING.
Pyro could hardly believe how useless she felt right then, as she walked around the outside of the hotel she'd holed up in after her awakening. No flamethrower, no guns, no axes or Announcer screaming or communication with the rest of the team. Nothing. Here she was just wandering around in circles doing nothing like an idiot. If Pyro had pockets in that weird blue rubber suit she'd have her giant hands balled up and crammed angrily in there, that's how exasperated she was about all this.
Either this was one hell of an unfinished new area or someone had really screwed up this time with the respawn system. Who would Pyro be mad at here though? Engineer was supposed to keep on top of all that, or so Pyro thought, but maybe Medic had some hand in all this, futzing about with the system when nobody was looking?
Did Medic even have that kind of technical knowledge though? Lord knew he hardly had any real medical knowledge in that head of his either.
Well this sucked tremendously regardless.
And half an hour of aimless wandering and muffled grumbling later, she still couldn't find the goddamn control point.
The Pyro had picked some long piece of broken metal pipe out of a dumpster upon leaving the building she'd been in, just in case any REDs decided to show themselves - at least then she wouldn't be completely S.O.L. - but now she was just so exasperated by All Of This that she plunked herself and her pipe and her recently acquired V-esque hat down onto the nearest curbside, huffing with an annoyed mumph and kind of deflating a bit upon landing which was a little weird but that's besides the point.
What was the point right now was that the control point was still missing.
Huff huff.
If this went on much longer, and then the goddamn humiliation round started up,
Huff puff mumph.
So angry.