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Chanting Belle
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Look at these slobs. Can't even clean up after themselves.
Select who you would like to control. I'm sure you're all familiar with their specialties, but here's a quick refresher.
The fat Russian man in the middle is Heavy Weapons Guy. His specialty is getting shot repeatedly and not dying. Repeated cranial trauma has left his mental faculties questionable.
The pensive looking young man to the right of him is Scout. He is a quick fellow, but overly cocky in his abilities.
The one behind the newspaper is Sniper. He's the most calculating of the group, and a crack shot if there ever was one, but he seems to be a bit dull as a personality.
The two having a conversation are Soldier on the left and Pyro on the right. The Soldier is the one true nephew to Uncle Sam, but he has a nasty temper and a death wish. The Pyro is an enigma. Not much is known about him(?), but his(?) skill in pyrotechnics cannot be matched.
The man with the wrench is Engineer. There is little he can't fix, but after years of getting machines to do his job for him, he's become quite lazy and unmotivated.
To the left of the fridge, cooking, is Medic. An amazing doctor, but his "mad scientist" methods had his license revoked. Not much in the "sanity" department, but he has yet to mutilate his teammates, so perhaps there is still hope for him.
Passed out on the counter is the pride of Scotland, Demo Man. He's been working with explosives since childhood, and could destroy a city within an hour if it dared to insult his missing eye. His alcoholism is costly, but drunkenness seems to augment his skills in some strange fashion.
I can't quite tell where he is, but the final member of the team is the Spy. A backstabbing Frenchman with loyalty issues. He cannot be found if he doesn't want to, and his knife means instant death to any unfortunate enough to get in his way, but his pride and self-centered agenda have interfered with the mission before.
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