WASD for movement, SPACE to jump, TAB to view the score table, C to crouch, and RMB to zoom.
The Bloodhounds moved in with a vicious hunger, the scent of conquest thick in the air. This derelict airport belonged to the Vipers, but not for long. We hit their perimeter hard, the roar of our heavy minigun drowning out their pitiful screams as it spun up and tore their defenses to shreds, cutting down enemy goons in a storm of righteous fury. Their return fire was nothing, just insects bouncing off our armor as we pushed deeper into their nest, claiming every inch of tarmac and terminal with brutal efficiency. And for the stubborn bastards hiding in the control tower, we had the final word; we called in the big one, the massive MF bomb that turned their entire base into a sun-bright crater of ash and victory, a permanent message that this territory now belongs to the Bloodhounds.
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