There he was. The big russian guy with the strangely named minigun. Killing every single pyro he could find. But he didn't count on that not-so-stray bullet from the Sniper's gun. Bam. Blood all over the place. Finally the RED demomen could storm the front of the BLU fortress. With a smug grin on his lips, the sniper set his gun aside to have a well deserved refill of his jar. But the jar wasn't there anymore. He quickly drew of his machete, looking around nervous for any bastard spy. But the spy was faster. His nimble arm wrapped around the spy's gorgeous neck and his other hand cupped his oh my fucking god I can't do this anymore.

See what happens when FA goes down for so fucking long? I go nuts. Nuts, I tell you.
So fucking nuts I can't think of anything to draw. But I will. Soon enough. You guys just wait, it won't be long.
Also, world news, heh? Nice.