Like the place needs more Pyro talk.

[kiltandkaboom]

Stop yer bellyachin' about how there'll be so many Pyros in the game now. It ain't as though ye actually play. Too busy with work and that Team of Legends or whatever.

[Actually he understands the work thing. Boy oh boy does he understand the work thing. Not so much the games that aren't his.]

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[kiltandkaboom]

[This is Demo damn near spitting out his sandwich.]

Ye switched teams?! And yer still alive?

[pyranoscopy]

Woah, jesus- [brushes off some crumbs]

Man, don't ask me! I wake up one day to find myself with a renegotiated contract and a cool color scheme. I had that same reaction.

[kiltandkaboom]

…Just like that, eh?

[pyranoscopy]

[nods] Yeah.

[bites into her sandwich, and talks around the food] Fuffy thif if, if's nof daf firsf fime if's fappenf. [swallow]

Last base I was at, our Sniper got kicked over to the BLUs. Something about balancing the teams, I don't know.

[kiltandkaboom]

I donnae think I ever figured the blokes in charge gave a toot about balance.

[Om nom nom.]

[pyranoscopy]

[nods] Same. It's pretty queer, if you ask me. Then again, none of this shit's ever made much sense to begin with, y'know?

[motions to his bottle] Hey, can I get a swig of that?

[kiltandkaboom]

[Shrug, pass the bottle.]

It's war, lass. It donnae have to make much sense so long as it makes me some money.