The Anglo-American Connection: Episode One
Anglo-American relations are used to describe the relations of the United States of America and the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland.Every once and a while an American medic will befriend a proper British fancy lad soldier. Every once and a while those two will work so well together it will scare older people and small children alike. Every once and a while the results will be
so devastating there is no other proper choice than to blame it on a higher power, some sort of divine intervention if you may. Those times have started to be abundant and there is no looking back.
June 27th, 2008 10:00 AM EST: Our hero logs onto his game of choice, some call it Team Fortress 2.
10:10 AM EST: Our hero shoots his good friend, "
Renegade Battlecat" a message along the lines of "I want your body, now lets go
buss sum heads."
10:11 AM EST: The always noble
Renegade Battlecat leads our American medic into some uncharted waters, a European game of TF2. Reluctant but excited our hero knows what is in store.
10:14 AM EST: The carnage starts, the map is Dustbowl and what you are about to see may shock or even disgust you, we warn young viewers to be wary in proceeding to view the results of this killer combo. As a warm up during the first round of defense our fancy lad chooses the class entitled pyro and his counterpart the class entitled, if I may say so, "medic." The results where nonetheless, stellar.
10:30 AM EST: After being bored with that insanely effective combo using it to defend the first two caps
nearly by themselves on defense the Battlecat has had enough of the other team winning while we are dead, he chooses his bread and butter. The soldier, this is where is starts to get messy. The opposing infidels decided to start by attempting to shove my mere statment straight down my throat and deter me from the results that I knew where inbound.
I start out with a simple comment of the fact that I am proud, I'm proud to be what I am. An American.
Little did I know the chums on this side of the pond have some wit about them, enough wit to strike back at me. A verbal strike he would DEARLY pay for.
He “wouldn’t tell people that” he says? That heretic.
Secondly one of them has the audacity to bring Bowie into this? That scumbag. That fucking scumbag.
After a comment like that was thrown my way my British confidante looked at me through our gently pixelated world and gently whispered into his microphone, “You know what needs to be done”, and do it we did. Before we knew it comments like this next one where being thrown our way. Oh the effects a rampage has on it’s victims.
More like he can’t handle the power of the trans-atlantic soldier/medic combo, let alone the pristine timing and coordination of our actions.