Chapter One - A bleak future

Fuel Depot:

The main theme here was hopelessness. On our side was Lefteye, FatPimp, Meadow, and Hockeytemper. On their side was a well rounded, well oiled machine. I could tell they had much playing time together. They set up 'bait-n'lure' tactics. You'd give chase to a wounded enemy, only to round a corner into a revved chainsaw.

This was a bleak start to a long battle. They stomped us so hard, earthquakes erupted in China. A paltry 5 - 1 on our choice of map. I felt utterly hopeless. Morale was low. I was not looking forward to the next match.

Chapter Two - Light at the end of the locust cavern

Mansion

I hoped for victory, but prayed that we don't lose more than one round. Seeing as how badly we got beaten when they hosted, I didn't want to give them host advantage again. They're bruiser, Big C tip, was formidable through the whole battle. But on this map he proved extra deadly. Slaughtering Silly Squanderers in shotgun spinning sorties. We staged a brilliant and noble attempt, but all was lost. The match ended at 5 - 3 and a glimmer of hope was restored.

Chapter Three - Four Miracles, but only one Victor!

War Machine:

This battle was one that turns even the most hearty Squadnerer into a pile of quivering nerves. Combat so clutch, Shots so important, moments so decisive, that nothing could be let go. Right off the bat, we had early victories escorting HockeyTemper to the TorqueBow, who made short work of Big C and others. Yes, there is still hope

Our luck didn't last however, they soon caught on to our plan and caught us off guard. Evening the score. In every match however, I noticed a pattern. Kill Big C, and most of time victory was easily achieved. Keeping this in mind, I found myself constantly rushing into a group of enemies and attempting to slay this Goliath with little success. Things ground down to a dead tie...

4 to 4. My heart was pounding, eyes wide, focused. We split up, 2 and 2. Me and Hockey going tourqe, Pimp and Lefteye go sniper. I heard gun shots, a chainsaw cut through the air and found a warm home embedded in Pimps skull.

Bad Start. I lost track of Justin and found myself alone. A shot rang out from behind a pile of sandbags. The specter of death shown a bright red in the middle of my screen. Throbbing with damage, I fired back, spinning, adjusting, compensating. One miracle found its way home and perforated that sack.

I turned to find another locust mere feet behind Hockey. I called out to him "ROLL!" He reacted not a moment too soon. The enemies shot went wide and he was downed from combined lancer and shotgun blasts.

I remembered their bruiser, Big C tip, then I remembered Lefteye was outnumbered. I ran over to him as quickly as I could. Then, across the map, I saw one the most decisive and important shots of the battle. Big C was behind some sand bags, Lefteye was exposed, in the corner, holding his sniper rifle. He took aim, a split second later, he split Big C's head into quarters with a miracle shot. Before Lefteye could yell "OH SHIT, DID YOU SEE THAT? FUCK YEAH DUDE!!!" The last man roadie road a shell straight into LeftEyes Torso. I gave chase, reported my position and hockey set him self up an ambush. It was perfect, Hockey delivered two Tourqe melees downing the runner and seizing the day!