SPECIAL TEARJERKER EPIC I Fight with My Pride on the Line! ~Let the Gunshot of My Soul Ring Across the Dunes~ “Dammit! I’m the freakin’ sponsor!” A man screamed, but the camera did not pick up his voice. Thirteen minutes after the start of the first Squad Jam, a character was shouting alone in the desert zone. He had an unremarkable avatar and wore unremarkable battle gear. The only remarkable thing he had was his gun, an automatic 5.56 mm sniper rifle, the SIG SG 550 Sniper. It was a sniper-rifle version of the SG 550, a precision assault rifle used in the Swiss Army. The grip and stock were redesigned for sniping, and a much tougher and thicker barrel increased its accuracy. It had a scope, too, of course. This was a very expensive gun in real life, and it was quite rare to find one in GGO. If you wanted to get one at an in-game auction, you’d be looking at a hefty sum. The man was flat on his stomach in the desert, alone. A number of other men, presumably his teammates, were also lying on the dunes, but they all had DEAD signs floating over their backs. “I’m the sponsor! How could this happen?! Dammit!” he fumed, but still, the camera didn’t pick up his voice. Then he got a message from somebody. A number of brilliant red lines started glowing around his vicinity, coming from the distance. The message was There will be bullets flying here soon. “Eep!” Despite all his rage, he still had enough presence of mind to notice them. “Hyaaa!”
He wailed piteously and got to his feet, holding up the precious SG 550 Sniper. An instant later, bullets came flying along the paths of the lines. There was the sound of air screaming as they zipped past, the dull buffeting of the sand where they struck, and the distant drumming of the gunfire itself, hundreds of yards in the distance. “But I’m the sponsorrrr! I’m scared, I’m scared, I’m sca— Aiiee! Please, stop!” he blubbered, clutching his gun to his chest as he ran. It was open desert, so if they were shooting, that meant they’d moved until he was within range. He’d have to run to safety now. But machine guns weren’t that accurate, so if he ran as fast as he could, it was unlikely they’d hit him. He also knew where they were shooting from now, so once he found a place to hide and calm down, he could shoot back with his excellent sniper rifle. “Just you wait. You’ll taste the wrath of the sponsor’s counterattack! Oh yes, you will soon understand the difference in accuracy between a machine gun and a sniper rifle, oh yes…,” he gloated with a creepy smile. The enemy had stopped firing for now, so he threw himself to the sand behind a dune. Then he turned the SG 550 Sniper in the direction that he’d seen the muzzle flashes in the distance, and he peered through the scope. “Heh! My brilliant, lethal sniping will send you to eternal rest… But I’ll give you time to pray first… As you pass, you will etch into your heart the name of the man who was your Angel of Death… My name is—” In the midst of this extremely embarrassing speech—the kind that would promptly make even his own parents pretend to be unrelated to him—he released the safety and put his finger to the trigger. “—Bohwuk!” A bullet-wound effect burst from his head, and he jerked once and then toppled over, lifeless. He’d never actually said his name. A DEAD tag appeared over his body. About a thousand feet away, a pretty woman with black hair set down the Dragunov rifle she’d fired just once. “You know, he seemed to be muttering something with a smile. What would it be? Do Japanese chant some kind of curse before they snipe?” she asked the dwarfish woman next to her, who’d been providing covering fire with a PKM machine gun. “Dunno. I’ve never heard of such a thing,” the other woman admitted, shrugging. It was the end of one more character in the chaos of Squad Jam. The End
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