Medic Tf2 Comic Novels & Stories

I wanted to slap him for the looks he gave me, but I needed proof and I’d have to deal with the racism a bit for now. “It’s a stupid question, but me and the others got talking about birthmarks earlier and I was wondering, how does this one look?” I rolled up the sleeve of my uniform, getting a scoff from him. “Terry says it looks like a unicorn, but Gabe said a camel apple on a stick.” Diego scoffed a little in his seat and scooted back, rolling his eyes. “It looks more like a plunger to me. Just like the gutter you crawled from.” I so wanted to punch him, but gritted my teeth and laughed.

(Major Serena) “Yeah..it’s .. “.(Green Mohawk Mercenary) Her smiles made the Mercenary guards fell for a moment.But as he relief that the Major were about to let him go, instead he was stuck right across the jaw with the handle of the Desert Eagle, knocking him out cold.

“Now that I think about it, I do not really think I can get sick anymore. This gourmet probably only just reaches my gut and gives me gas for a moment, and then it's over” “Fuck you, Luca ! You carry me alone with a coffin and all that shit when I go into the ground”. Twigs lifts the burger to his mouth, and with an expression, like he is served pure poison, he puts his teeth into the food. A blissful smile spread across his face. “At least I'm dying happy. Shit man, it's really sick !” I laugh and bite into my own burger. "Have you found out anything about the other fighters ?" I ask with my mouth full.

I sat up in a jump, reaching for the bag as he stood up and stretched. " So this is what you ran to your room to get? " Theo teased the boy. Opening the bag, I pulled out a tank top, or at least, what was left of one, since it looked like it had lost a nasty fight with the scissors. The side was very low cut, and you could see that it had been cut halfway down its length, and the neckline had also been expanded. But what was most striking was the handmade painting of a skeleton riding a flaming unicorn with the letters "T A M" underneath.

) "Welcome one and all to W.O.L.F! I am your DJ for the night, Dantzler Kamahazara!!" Kimora: (Kimora is seen grabbing a plate of food and returns to her room. Her diary is left open on her bed and she closes her door, visibly showing it disappearing from the wall.) "Xanne was as nice as I could have expected...and so I go back to being a support mage... Maybe some manga will cheer me up." (Picking up a manga that says, "Mercinary Wolf, Never Die Alone." *Intentionally spelled wrong.* She leans back on her bed as it pans out to Dantzler and Xanne being seen exiting a hatch on the back left rear of the ship; to confront the incoming fighter jets.) Xanne: "Ready?"

I grin and he sighs "I'm so fucking done I've been going around finding information, exporting and importing shipment but nobody is in a dying mood and it's frustrating" he groans running a hand down his face A few snorts from this drug called VMF aka for Very Much Fucked always does the trick "Get the new stock out of my drawers," I say and he rubs his hands together. A mischievous grin spreads on his face He goes to open the drawers and his face falls when he sees what I know are the little glass bottles as well as the injections right next to them

ULFRED: SNIPER NATASSA: COLLAPSE EMILIO: MOVE ERMANNO: SNIPER ELIODORO: FIRE DESPOINA: SLIMES EVA: WATER ____________ POXWER young wolf and the FAXNERY" BORIS: X-RAY THYIA: FREEZE THYONE: SOIL DESPOINA: CREATE EGIDIO: SHIELD ULFRED: SNIPER NATASSA: COLLAPSE EMILIO: MOVE ERMANNO: SNIPER ELIODORO: FIRE POINE: SLIMES EVA: WATER ****** BORIS" "It's not only Zack that's in the perimeter guys! I saw KEZTOR and THABHEX too."

I sit up, leaning back against my headboard. “Hey” Reed has the same hair as me, but green eyes. He’s also a couple inches shorter, and thinner than I am. He doesn't do any sports or any working out besides training so he’s not as bulky as me. “Felix went home for a bit.” he clears his throat, nodding to my PS5 “Want to play COD?” “Sure” I scoot to the edge of my bed, grabbing a controller. Reed comes all the way in, grabbing the other one. We get the game set up in silence. Then he breaks it.

“It’s called comic relief, Lily. Laugh so you don’t cry.” “Oh…” I said, somewhat mollified. He paused for effect. “Although, you have to admit… I’m good.” “I’ll admit that you’re an ass sometimes.” “Well… that, too. Part of the job description.” We exchanged a brief smile, then went back to sitting in silence, drinking the vending machine coffee, and waiting our way through the never-ending seconds as they clicked by, one by one. At last a doctor walked through the lounge door. He was a Middle-Eastern-looking man dressed in pale blue doctor’s scrubs and glasses.

Part of our agreement allows unarmed medics wearing white T-shirts to go out and help those who are hurt. “Adis, do you have a clean-up team ready?” I ask, my eyes darting around for Drew. He’s locked in a one-on-one struggle, and it doesn’t seem like it will end anytime soon. “Do you need a hand, Drew?” I call out, but there’s no response. I realize it’s a lot to expect him to reply in the middle of a fierce fight. “Tjeck!” KC’s shout jolts me just as he collides with me, a knife whizzing past my head, slicing through the air where my chest had been only moments before.