Beside him, his three squadmates popped into existence: Private “Boom-Boom” Bartholomew (an explosives savant with one nervous eye), Sergeant Slimeball (a cynical veteran who had seen too many Holy Hand Grenade misfires), and the new recruit, Corporal Wiggle.
Corporal Wiggle raised a gooey appendage. “Sir, isn’t that a bit… much for a suburban skirmish?” worms w.m.d pc
“Bartholomew, you beautiful idiot,” Slimeball muttered. Beside him, his three squadmates popped into existence:
The turn order loaded. Kyle’s fingers danced across the WASD keys. The Crimson Crawlers went first. Their opening move was elegant: a well-placed grenade launched Bartholomew into the electric fence. BZZT-POP! Bartholomew exploded into a fine red mist, his nervous eye the last thing to evaporate. and the new recruit