And because you two are so hard on equipement, I say
@Kiba and
@BurtG should form a squad for, say, the Mammoth Sniper Challenge.
I imagine at match’s end, I’ll see two filthy, gaunt, broken men coming into focus in the distance…there!…limping out from under the dark tree canopy.
As they come into focus, their hollowed-out eye sockets make me shiver. The horror!
I see broken belt buckles held together with dental floss, bootlaces gone, a cracked scope, empty scope rings, a rifle bolt broken in half and used as a finger splint, one banana-peeled barrel, a tent used as a shirt, a kazoo stuck in a chamber.
When a tattered backpack is opened, a scared chimp leaps out and races away.
The men are not surprised.
@BurtG ’s sore-encrusted mouth opens to speak. Before he does, a battered LRF falls out of his cargo pocket and hits the ground with a splat. We look down as it dies alone in an oily puddle, it’s backlight slowly fading. Bzzzz-pop!
Somehow, somewhere, we hear an eerie fugue playing. Faintly, in bagpipes? Yes.
Schwanda the Bagpiper.
I see a single tear silently roll down
@Kiba ‘s cheek, and then the sky opens up.
The rain washes the LRF away.