Ghosts Of Fire by Hacker[SOW] on October 14, 2001
Capture the Flag Lush Foggy Night
A plasma burst flies overhead. Trapped behind a gravestone, you fumble for another chaingun clip. The blast of a mortar to your right causes you to jump, thus accidentally lauching your clip three meters away. Suddenly you feel cold and a wave of fear rushes over you.
The fight has stopped. Not a soul is shooting.
You feel a pair of eyes on you. Looking to your left you see the head of your comrad ripped apart so violently, with the eyes the only things that arn't torn from the skull. Shreiking in fear you realize that it's sitting on a pile of his innards.