>Late summer night, Wendy’s bored out of her mind, her medication not helping either.
>She rolls over her bed and looks at her PC.
>”I could play some Battlefield..”, she grumbles as she untagles herself from her sheets and scoots over to her desk.
>Rubbing her eyes she boots up her PC.
>Mousing over the BF3 icon, she clicks.
>She quickly finds a community server. Leans back on her chair, and stretches her scaly foot on her desk, kicking off a bunch of empty pill bottles and bunched whopper wrappers.
>”C’mon how much time does this need to load.”, she complains as she lets her eyes set to the light of her PC monitor.
>Server finally loads, she checks her setup and spawns in.
>Usually she runs spray and pray setups or abuses the USAS but this time she wants to run things more slowly.
>She quickly runs for the hills on the map, she knows a spot snipers usually pick her of off and goes over there.
>Narrowly avoids a bombardment from a faggot on a jet.
>Almost gets picked off by a tank and avoids a machine gun volley by a chopper.
>”This team SUCKS!”, she hisses as she reaches the spot.
>She goes prone and hugs the ground. She has an excellent vantage point but this is going to be a learning experience for her.
>She scopes in on the point the enemy team is capping, she can't see anybody.
>”Dammit, where are these glowfaggots!”
>She leans in hard on the monitor trying to spot anybody but zero.
>”Top right… you’ll see his head on a window…”, a silent husky voice speaks up.
>Wendy follows the instructions she just heard, and would you know it, she spots the head.
>She aims up and takes the shot.
>Headshot.
>Wendy quickly fixes the mic on her headset.
>”Hey who just did that callout for me? Thanks!”.
>”Nobody called out anything GlowKiller9K?”
>”Wah… what do you mean I swear I heard somebody?”
>Another squad member speaks up.
>”You hearing voices GlowKiller? Nobody said anything schizo.”
>Wendy scowls at the insensitive remark.
>"NOW LISTE-"
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