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Donut had finally respawned by the Red Base, finally being out of Limbo despite how pleasant it was there. However, Donut felt a sharp pain in the back of his head; he was thinking it was just from the melee attack from earlier had nothing to worry about. Now he was back at the base and his Donut Plane was in the cave at the side, he remembered now.

((OOC: razz lease excuse the inner monologue of the pesky waiting room. I don't know if it's just me but I always talk to myself while waiting for a game. ^^; ))
Okay, this is annoying, every time I go through the rooms they change.. how am I supposed to find it at this rate? Stupid twisty-turny corridoors. Oh! Wait! YAY! Found it! It's as annoying as that damn safety catch.

Great, now I've got to wait to spawn... geez this is annoying. -10 minutes later-
I'm in!

Sister looked around, okay, there was most of the blue team about, but the reds seemed a little short this time. She walked into the base, grabbing the first thing she saw and then took five minutes to find the safety catch and switch it off.

"Die! You Soviet Blue Dogs! No one can defeat the Light Red Baron!"

Donut dived in from the sky on a Banshee with Doenot painted on the side in 'Light Red' paint very poorly, like a child did it with their fingers. The Banshee was functional though, but Donut barely had the training to pilot it. While diving from the sky, Donut opened fire and managed to hit the Blue Base with each shot, only to realize after attacking that he was actually shooting at the Red Base.

"I knew that color looked familiar..."

((Grif is a...Zombie? What happened?))

Grif practically s**t his pants with laughter after he scared the crap out of Church. Oh jeez, that was freaking awesome. I have so got to do that more often. Of course, then Grif realized that doing that would involve standing next to a rock for a long period of time. Bo-ring. Instead, a new thought formed in his head. If he could get his hands on the rocket launcher, and time it just right, he could blow Donut up and send his charred remains crashing down to earth right on top of Simmons. Of course, THEN Grif realized that doing THAT would require lugging a rocket launcher around. Those things were friggin heavy. He contemplated whether it would be worth the effort as he stood around watching Donut spinning in circles. It didn't really strike him that he wanted his own teammates dead way more than he wanted the Blue Team dead. The only issue with all of this, however, was Grif was a lazy pacifist.

So when Sister entered, he totally radio'd her. "Hey, sis, could you do me a favor? I'll give you ten bucks if you get your team to kill Donut and Simmons. Or maybe just Donut. It feels strangely satisfying to see Donut get shot."

Sister was just switching off the safety catch when she heard Grif on the radio. "Oh oh oh! I'll do it!" She said, almost shouting with excitement as she ran towards the exit of the base, seeing tucker as she went. "Wait a sec, I'm about to earn ten bucks." She shouted, not getting the joke as she ran outside with the pistol in her hands. She stopped dead right out in the open and looked around for the pink guy... wait which one was the pink guy? She was colour blind. "Ummm Grif, which ones Donut?" She said, looking around, not hearing the call in about the zombie part because of the excitement of winning the ten bucks off Grif.

Sister almost squeeled as she saw the banshee circling around, slowly heading further and further from the red base. "Ten bucks, here I come!" She shouted as she ran as fast as her legs would carry her, keeping her eyes on the banshee as she took aim. She was fairly close now, the other side of the small hill directly infront of the base with the banshee flying overhead. She took aim and fired, looking to hit the back of it where the c**k pit was and you could still see the pilot. She was a terrible shot... but the idea of an extra ten bucks must have done something, several of them bouncing clean off the edges of the banshee but not damaging it.