I was dressed in a Ghillie Suit and had recently found a tractor. After filling it up with fuel I made my way down the road, away from the North West airfield, only to spot two players, both dressed in Ghillie suits, working their way across a field in tangent. Spotting my pray I diverted course towards them, placed my microphone up against my Logitech z906 speakers and began blasting
at full blast. The last thing the closest one ever saw was my tractor wheel crushing his body, as his screams and breaking bones melded perfectly with Athreta's blues voice singing "FREEDOOOMMMM, FREEEDOOOM, FREEDOOOOOM, FREEEDOOOMMMMMM."And that Kiddes, is why Aretha Franklin can always make thinks better.
