Sorry, sorry. I got caught up playing Allied Intent: Xtended.
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Konczewski walked into the dark weapons room, the light flooding in from the barracks reflecting off the various blades and guns hanging on the racks. He walked over to the more recent additions to the racks and seemed to be searching for something. After walking up and down the racks a few times, he picked out a bonesaw, made of silver and still slightly bloody from recent events. He placed it on the nearby workbench and remembered the ferocity and skill that Engineer had shown in defense of those merchants, the casualties she had inflicted on his men. He remembered the pain as she cut into his arm on the trade depot.
Yes, he thought, this is the weapon for me.
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Konczewski stood just inside the gates waiting for his men to arrive and form up. The miners had rushed back from their duties shouting something about frog people attacking the weaver. As Konc looked over his well armed, partially armored men, he felt confident in their ability to dispatch of this threat.
He was soon leading them down the mineshaft, bonesaw in hand and determined to secure the fortress' supply of silk from these so-called frog people. As they entered the first cavern layer they stopped, unsure of where in the darkness they had to go, but soon began to hear screeching to the south-east. They found two frog men beating the weaver, his bloodied mouth open in a silent scream.
They charged in and took the frog people by surprise, they tried to run but the first had it's leg cut open before a heavy crushed it's skull with a sledgehammer. The second was engulfed in Spy-checker fire and soon burned to death.
The light from the flames showed other frog people escaping into the water.
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The soldier walked into the hospital carrying the, now toothless, demoman. As medics took him and placed him in the bed he began babbling about how much he loved his coat. His blood covered, vomit stained, leather coat. After finally inspecting his mouth they agree he isn't going to survive the month, his gums had already turned black from some kind of rot.
His will is finalized and it is agreed that he is to be buried in his favorite coat.
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No chance of an update tomorrow.