The LF2 Killing Game

[Silverthorn]

What RectumHoward didn't expect that I wore a bullet-proof helmet, Strike just put a scratch in it (oh, how mean, my helmet just lost 50% of its original value!). I wanted to take revenge on Strike for giving my helmet a bad look, but I see that somebody (or in this case, some people) already did the dirty work for me.
Satisfied I looked at RectumHoward and tell him: "Nice job, you just killed one of my worst enemies. But that won't change anything. This game is called "The LF2 Killing Game", so regardless of how much I like you, you're doomed to death."
With those words I took the bullet-proof helmet from my head and smashed it into RectumHoward's head. "Sorry, we really had a nice time together," I said to RectumHoward before he fell to the ground. But now I stood alone in this field. Alone? No, I didn't think so. Aware of the approaching danger of the next poster, I threw my helmet into a random direction (it also had blood on it now, and is completely worthless now).