It has been 1 minute without Wardogs.

It has been 1 minute without Wardogs. I have not been able to blow up and shoot Manticorians and now, and it’s taking a toll on me. I pace around my room sweating, craving the thing that I want, no, that I NEED the most. Wardogs. I hear voices in my head. It’s the armory dealer, he requires an offering. I stumble out of my spawn. My teammate looks annoyed at me as I pass. “I haven’t seen you at the Control zone, I’m starting to think you’re sabotaging us.” He must be a teamkiller. When I get there I’ll tell my team to watch out for him. Ignoring his voice, I sprint outside and down the road. I see several people dressed in green. I run at speed towards them, ignoring their cries of fear. I point my glock at them. They must be Manticorians. Behind me I hear a voice. “Freeze!” I look over to see a man in blue looking at me, gun raised. Damn it. A rogue Lonestarian, that’s busted. I look over at him, holding my pistol aloft. I wish I had a rifle but that will have to do. I hear three booms. I look down to see blood spilling down from my chest, several wounds lining my body. Shit. I forgot to buy armour. I know I was close to getting my shots off first, and then I’d go to the Control zone and capture a tower. My vision goes blurry as I slump over, no longer being able to stand. I don’t have a medic nearby, fuck. As the inky darkness creeps in on my vision, I fall into the cold embrace of the respawn screen once more.