My squad lands at Salty Springs wearing their newly acquired season 9 battle pass skins. They all drop at the same house and get a total of 6 mini shields, a grey pistol, and a few grenades to share between the three of them.
The only teammate with a gun sees an enemy and immediately takes a shot
It misses.
4 hell spawn soccer skins turn and dead sprint towards my squad. They quadruple layer ramp push using all metal and easily attain high ground. Way down below, my teammates start to panic and try to run to the safety of a nearby house. One soccer skin chuckles.
“These kids are bots” He screeches.
He then lasers one of my squadmates with an infantry rifle and my team builds a small 1 by 1 for cover. The small wooden box provides very little support against the barrage of drum gun fire that commences soon after. Little by little, bullets begin to sneak through their turbo builds and slowly eat away at their shields.
The soccer skins then descend upon my team’s 1 by 1 and replace every wall. With a swift edit and a few quick shotgun shots, my teammates’ health bars hit zero.
They cry into their microphones
“He’S oNe ShOt”
(An exaggerated claim after connecting a single pick-axe strike)
“ThEy ArE sUpEr LiT”
(A blatant lie)
My teammates then continue to sputter incoherent nonsense as they slowly bleed out. Little by little, their red health bars slowly dissipate into nothing. Their cries for help rapidly grow more desperate as their health dips below double digits. Their hopefulness disappears as they look at the minimap and see that help isn’t coming. The last few seconds of their lives are spent helplessly watching as the soccer skins “take the L” over their downed bodies.
One soccer skins laughs and then asks his chat to “clip that”
His 1 viewer on Twitch doesn’t clip it.
Because,
I am the 1 viewer
Deep within the safety of my bush, hundreds of meters away, I patiently wait for enemies to die so I can complete my “outlive opponents in squad mode” challenge. I pull up the soccer skin’s Twitch, after seeing it in the killfeed, and watch my teammates get downed, danced on, and then executed. I turn off the stream, sink deeper into my bush and make a VERY IMPORTANT mental note to switch to “Don’t fill” for my next squad game.
I’m sorry, Random Teammates.
I’m very sorry
Submitted June 18, 2019 at 08:31PM by JimTheBim154 http://bit.ly/31J83Go https://ift.tt/eA8V8J
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