SpitBall's voice crackled on the radio-- it was a scream. I was dashing down from the battlements toward the bridge. Spitty had dropped the flag somewhere in the blue base. He was still yelling. I remember my first respawn. It hurts.
I surveyed the area in the base. It was a clear shot to the ramp room-- the fort's center. My heart stopped as I neared the center of the room because looking down from their perch, three auto-turrets beeped and clicked awake. They swiveled and let loose their barrage of fire.
A few seconds later, I joined SpitBall.
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99 Words is a pet project I started in 2011 when at college. The idea was that I didn't have time for writing, but still had passing fancies, visions, plot ideas, and the like. Instead of tossing them to the wayside, I came up with a plan to turn those notes into little chunkules of text, each 99 words long. This is section is still updated.