Red Team Story
Tord was a small child, when he joined the Red Army. His parents, Paulter and Patriot, were killed when Tord was only 7 by the Blue Navy. So he decided to join the Red Army to avenge their deaths.
Tom who, at the age of 6, wanted to j...
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Tord lied down on the floor, silently crying. His parents were both killed in front of him. The one of the two men who killed them had shot Tord in his shoulder, causing the child to drop to the floor. He only had one option, play dead. After a while, the two men left Tord to die. But the small child didn't want to give up, so he didn't. Tord slowly made his way towards the door, while blood dripped from his shoulder. 'I am not going to give up any time soon' the child thought as he managed to open the door.
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Tom was sitting in the front room of his house. The orphan was watching TV. The television showed a commercial about how the army men died every day protecting people. Tom realized that meant him too. He thought about how he was able to heal a dead cat after it had been attacked by a wild dog. The child hated the idea of death and decided it was best to help the army men by healing those who got hurt. It was a better option than to sit in a house all day.
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Paul was sitting in his room, waiting for his mother to leave. Once she did, he planned to make his way to Patryk's house so they can go to the army registration place. "OK Paul don't burn the house down while I'm gone." Paul's mother states, before she left out. Paul smirked, "No promises mother." Down the street Patryk waited in his room for Paul to show up, he couldn't go anywhere without his "body gaurd". Suddenly, a pebble hit the window. "Paul?" Patryk asked himself as he looked out the window. And outside stood, the grump child, Paul with his arms crossed. "Hold on!" Patryk said before getting his backpack. Patryk realized that, to get out the house, he would have to go through a bunch of questions asked by his step-dad, so he found anouther way. Paul caught Patryk before he landed on the ground. "ARE YOU CRAZY?! YOU COULDV'E GOTTEN HURT!!!" Paul scolded Patryk. "It was either that or my dad being a pikk(dick)." Patryk says. "You still couldv'e gotten hurt you dumhuvud(dumbass)!" Paul argues. (BTW paul is swedish in this story) The two made their way down the street arguing.
