“GAME OVER” thundered the announcers voices into the chat forum were omega squad sat waiting for the game to finally come to an end.
“Simulation failure; transitioning to new map in one minute.”
“Alright marines this time there will be no choice of load out Scott; that means no 50.Cal rifle.”
“Dam it,” Scott muttered under his breath.
“And no sniper for you paddy,” their commander continued.
“But my role is that of a sniper,” paddy argued “my whole purpose it to snipe.”
“Not anymore, you have to work as a team so the loadout will be as follows.” “If you role is normally defensive you will be given a spear; if your role is normally offensive you will be given a sword.”
“Tell me he’s joking,” the American (Daniel) whispered to Tony (the Australian)
“I don’t think he is mate,” whispered tony back in his funky Australian accent. “And if he isn’t it’s not like it could be any worse right.”
“Also your normal, carbon Nano fibre armour, will be replaced with medieval plate mail.”
“AW COME ON,” yelled the whole group.
“Simulation starting in ten seconds.”
“Ok, hit it marines, prepare to deploy.”
“nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, combat simulation error, transporting to new zone”
It had been ten minutes and Shining and his patrol hadn’t come across a single hostile unit.
At the present they were marching through a dense hot jungle and so far no one was enjoying it.
In fact the only reason any were still wearing their golden armour was because Shining threatened to slap them if they didn't.
And so, the ten strong group of ponies lead by Shining Armour continued to pushed on towards the other side of the jungle were the portal back to equestrian was located; and, were logically, the enemy must be.