Sollen sie doch sterben Ch.1CH: My skill is wasted on zis teamMore Like This
"Alle schreien sie nach mir. Day in day out. Heavy, Scout, Demo who knows. Zey all whant me to heal zem".
Only one light was shining, bearly lighting up the room. The man kicked his chair into a corner.
"Zese fools. Diese Vollidioten!", he screamed at the darkness. "I donīt want that!"
He got the chair up and sat down.
"Medic, Medic, MEEEDIIIIC", he jumped up and threw needles into a wall.
The doctor wandered aroud in his office. He had now idea where to go, nor what he should do with his hands.
"They should die! Alle sollen sterben. RED, BLU who cares about that? We will all die and we will be revieved. This happends again and again, and verflucht noch mal AGAIN!"
He sank down onto his knees.
"Zey call and then I fix zem and zey die anyway and respawn and I have to fix zem again". The doc burried his head between his hands.
"Is zere any point in healing zem anyway?"
He staggered towards his desk, and supported himself on it.
"How long did I heald zem