| Ah, Tactics, how do I love thee?
From your Gunny to your shotguns you complete me. From your tanks to your rocket launchers you excite me. From the first moment I surprised a dog and splattered its guts all over the sand to the last moment I unloaded on the Calculator's glass jar with an exploding lady bug you make me tingly in the best places.
In case you haven't noticed, Tactics, I love thee and so shall play thee until I get tired of gunning down Deathclaws with automatic shotgun fire delivered in a devious cross-fire.
__________________ Itch. It itches to feel you cleave to the song of my mettle,
to yield and surrender in nearly every way;
if not in all the important ways.
~No One Important |