Virgil added a topic in Team Fortress 2Competitive MatchmakingIt's still in beta, but from my time spent playing it seems promising. Quite a number of things they need to fix however. In my opinion - solo queueing is great but generally not a good idea. Maybe some brothers could play with me when it comes out!
I've also received a beta pass, which *apparently* generates gift passes I can give away, yet I haven't seen any generated yet. If you want one toss me a message on steam and I'll see if I can pass one your way... IF the pass generates more, that is.
What do you think of competitive so far?
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Virgil added a blog entry in Virgo's adventuresA short story with a twist!Hey everyone, figured I'd give the blog section a try since we haven't had any entries in a while! I wonder if I'll ever come back to this. We'll see!
This is a short story, originally written entirely in spanish, by the students of my high school spanish class, with some MAJOR edits to make the story flow better. Each person in the class built off of what the previous person wrote. I've translated it for your reading enjoyment. Some words were altered by me after the fact. Enjoy!
It was the end of the world. Everyone was dead.
I was the last human alive.
I lived in a small house with my dog, Jared. I was making some food when I heard a terrible noise. I turned to look, but what I remember seeing was something I'll never forget.
Out of my window, I saw a truck coming towards me.
The truck was very fast, and I had no time to run. It crashed into my house and I was almost knocked out by the falling bricks. I tried to turn my head to see who was driving, but I couldn't - I was paralyzed.
Then I heard the door open. I was not alone.
A strong, tall and serious man walked into my house. I struggled to reach my baseball bat when I heard a man call out - Is anyone here?
I don't know how, but I managed to get up and get behind him. I was about to strike him in the head when he noticed me.
He easily avoided my blows, and he seemed surprised that my first instinct was to try to kill him.
"Hello," he said. "My name is Marco."
"Juan," I replied.
He gave me an icy stare for trying to blindside him, but quickly remembered why he had chosen to pay my house a visit.
"I'm here to help," he said, brushing his shirt. "I found you because you like chatting with your dog. I drove down this road last night and heard noises coming from this house."
"There are other people with me," he continued. "Can we stay with you?"
I was overwhelmed at the news that we were not alone. Without a second thought, I said yes - and before I knew it we, together with my dog Jared, went to his truck and started back down the road he had driven to get to me. With the sun setting, I turned to ask him a question.
"Where are we going?"
"To a safe place, far from here."
A few hours later, I heard a strange noise in the bed of his truck. I looked out the rear window and saw a brick, with a note taped to it.
"STOP THE TRUCK!" I commanded him.
We got out of the truck and looked at the note. It said:
I'm watching you.
We shot cautious glances at each other. Marco looked alright, but I was filled with fear. I couldn't see anyone around, it was dark, and I didn't know where we were.
Then we heard an explosion.
We turned to look. We saw a man in a white mask, knife in hand. He was dressed in dark clothing, and was coming towards us. Marco and I were frozen with fear. We rushed back into the truck and tried to start it up again, but for some reason it refused to do so.
Then I discovered a gun in the glove compartment.
I rushed out of the truck and looked around for the man, eager to shoot him in the head, but by that time he had disappeared from view.
Marco and I thought it was over, but then we heard another explosion and ran.
While we were running I realized I had to go to the bathroom. Marco took my dog while I ran and hid behind a bush. While I was doing my thing, Marco laid out his plan.
"A few minutes down the road is a secret tunnel. Once we hit it, we're safe. A car will be there to bring us to our shelter three hours away. I don't want any problems though, so we need to be sure we're not followed on our way there."
Marco's plan went as expected. We snuck our way to the tunnel and got to the escape car. Marco's friend was waiting for us there, and he drove us to the shelter. It was a smooth ride.
But when we arrived at the shelter, there was a man waiting for us.
It was the man in the white mask.
We got out of the car, and to our surprise the man did not attack us.
He took off his mask and ...
The man was Gordon Ramsay.
"I was using this knife to chop up some meat!" he exclaimed.
He offered to make me some food, and I accepted. He took me and my dog in his helicopter to Hell's Kitchen and made me spaghetti and meatballs. My dog got to eat carrots and celery salad.
After I finished eating, Gordon Ramsay said:
"That'll be four hundred dollars!"
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