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The Engineer gazed upon the Zombie City, a little in awe as Lilia's innocence crept into his comm-link...
"Dammit..." He said through his communicator.
Honestly, Lilia's death didn't bother The Battlefield Friend TOO much. Why? To him, this was all an intricate, detective-based 'Zombie Mod' released by DICE - and he was there, a carefully selected Battlefield player, for Beta testing. Shit, 9.5/10 so far... if it wasn't for that fucking Bear; what was his name? Monohoho? Whatever. Clearly, his ass needed a good 'ol editing out of the final patch. The Engineer's virtual avatar sat upon the Boeing 747's (assuming) ruby red seats, right leg propped against an armrest...
"Shit, so we seriously fucked up guys." Robin, Wardaddy, and The Noob heard him, "... Uh, think we can restart the level? Maybe we can give it a second shot. Noob, thoughts?" He agreed, much to the confusion and incredible dismay to Robin and Wardaddy. This fucker was casual about Lilia's death! What an ass...
"Wait! Wait a minute y'all!" It was The Noob, this time. He walked across the vast expanse of Monohoho-I-don't-care-anymore's Nightmare School, searching for Lilia's poor stabbed corpse, "... Gentlemen, I've got business to attend to."
// I'll post this reply, and then I'll be heading off to work.
*What? Restart the level? Just what in the hell is he talking about? If I remember correctly, Robin stated that the place these two guys came from, sounded like a game. I shook my head, and replied, "What do you mean, restart? This is real soldier...there's no turning back here. That innocent person died because of us goddammit... Now, it's my job, our job, to make things right. By catching those bastards who are tormenting us." I believe I made myself pretty clear to the Engineer.*
@Akibahara
@Conrad Norwood