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QuinchPG: {{ [LINK] Multiplay.co.uk :: TF2 (14) (cp_floodzone2) 3 sniper limit }}
QuinchPG: He follows suit, albeit a bit slower and clumsier than Reo, as little as that says. "Hey, uh... this isn't Coney Island."
The Engineer: ((Well, thats a start, i would limit to 1/team, but whose counting?))
QuinchPG: {{well, a couple of good snipers can make a difference, but far too many get drawn into sniper wars and neither advance nor pick off wall runners. You have a marvellous field of fire from the wall or inside the enemy base}}
The Engineer: ((Anyone not watching their back will have a moment where they feel a tiny prick, then a sharp pain as I drive a butterfly knife right into them. The they realize: "I should have gotten geico car insurance.."
The Engineer: ((alas, my steam accoutnw as hack circa April 9, and I had to start a enw one, with all enw stats :s ))
QuinchPG: {{actually, spies have the hardest time on flood, especially if there's an engie watching the playfield from the tanks}}
The Engineer: was hacked*
The Engineer: ((I dont cloak till im over the ramp at the middle point.))
QuinchPG: {{ditto, the extra few yards let you get past the whole bridge and near the square wall. But a spotter from the white tanks will still see someone emerging from cover they didn't visibly get to}}
The Engineer: ((I try to cloak just a second befor the crest of the ramp, then i book it to a hiding spot, get a good defense disguise, and go aroudn stabb and cloaking.))
Gumba Masta: ((Heeey, people are killing each other outside my window.Weee!)9
Gumba Masta: ((So, Quinch....still up to TeFo2?))
Reo Dansj: (( Sorry for the wait, Quinch, I'm back. ))
Reo Dansj: "You should get inside, get yourself onto the couch. Okay?" She open the door to the house for him, motioning for him to move past~ She was being very helpful!
QuinchPG: {{actually, I try to cloak inside the middle point, if it's not contested. It takes about three seconds to cross the midpoint itself, so if you hug the enemy-side wall and cloak, you can hit the ground running and bypass the usual spycheck spots to uncloak at}}
QuinchPG: "Are you sure it's necessary? I seem to have spend enough time lying down as it is."
Gumba Masta: ((She wants to get down with Quinch...))
The Engineer: ((Gumba, youre on my Steam now, StubbyPG commands you to enjoy a game of TF2!))
Reo Dansj: "...Quinch, you were just passed out- it may be best." She frowns. "Why? What do you expect to do in your condition?"
Gumba Masta: ((Are you the guy with the swatiska in his profile?))
The Engineer: ((No, imt eh guy who was hacked and had to start again and sent an invite to you!))
Gumba Masta: ((I only received a invite of some weird guy calling himself jester.))
QuinchPG: "Go on a vengeance-and-sheer-bloody-mindedness-fueled rampage through the city's heart of darkness? I... don't know, really."
The Engineer: ((Im jester >.> Jester2000X))
Gumba Masta: ((Then I didn't get your invite.))
Reo Dansj: "You're going to sit on the couch, get yourself a soft pillow, and I'm going to make us lunch. That's what, Quinch." She points a finger at him, and shoos him inside.
The Engineer: ((You set me on ignore.))
QuinchPG: "Spoilsport. I bet I could plead temporary insanity to get away with it, too."
Gumba Masta: ((If it would'nt had been for you meddeling kids.))
Gumba Masta: ((And your dog.))
Kakemaru: Tetris still hasn't given up. The game will know defeat by his hands, Kakemaru so vowed, even if he had to complete a million lines.
Reo Dansj: "Clearly." If he is indeed inside, she'd almost shoo him onto the couch- unless he's just standing there.
QuinchPG: Nah, he's doing as he's told or shooed at least. He takes off his shoes and sits down, carefully, on the couch.
Bar Gamer: (*Waves at all and sundry.*)
Reo Dansj: She leans on the edge of the couch, and raises an eyebrow. "So? Do you need anything else, before I make food?"
QuinchPG: "Nah, I'm not really that hungry." Bloody'ell, I'm starving. What, did I bleed my stomach out or something? "I ate before I headed out."
Reo Dansj: "I'm going to make something anyway. If you don't want to eat it, that's okay too~" And, she's off... okay, it's not fancy, but grilled cheese is ALWAYS tasty!
QuinchPG: "Alright, enuh-" And with that, he slowly tilts over sideways, conveniently planting his face in the couch pillow as he falls asleep.
QuinchPG: {{and I'm outtahere}}
Reo Dansj: (( Home time? ))
Reo Dansj: (( Alright. I'll be busy when you return, today. ))
QuinchPG: {{eyep. If you want to abuse the sleeping Quinch, he won't be around to object}}
Kakemaru: ((Defeated on level six. Oh, the humanity.))
Kakemaru: ((Wait, seven. Still shameful...))
Bar Gamer: (*Waves at Kei.*)
Andrew (Dru) Graham: >.>
Bar Gamer: (*Waves at Dru.*)
Andrew (Dru) Graham: Yo
Kakemaru: ((I'm almost surprised you remembered, Bar.))
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