A colony of castaways on a lonely planet are joined by Jonny "Ballz" Espoto. A pro gamer, he is barely capable of anything the colony needs. Can he become the human hero they need him to be, in their darkest hours? Or will his lazy tendencies, dude...
"Get the bismuth out! I want those sandbags finished by the hour!" Froggy yelled at the colonists working on the sandbags in front of the ship. Ballz quickly placed the steel down and Storme filled the woven bags. Soon, there were groupings of sandbags around the eastern side of the wrecked spaceship.
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Froggy pointed to Hot97 and said "Get on the EMP mortar and fire at this thing! Maybe we can short it out before attacking!"
"Right, Froggy!" Lucy enthusiastically said as she ran to the mortars.
"I told you we should've built that wall," chided Vicodin.
"Wouldn't have helped us; the mechs are behind where I wanted the wall," replied Froggy. He turned around and pointed at the other armed colonists, instructing them where to go.
Soon, Ballz and Smooth Criminal were together behind a sandbag. They knelt behind the bags, their LMG and T2 Plasma Rifle resting on top of the bags.
"We've been out here for two hours!" complained Ballz. "I'm out of boogers to pick!"
"Don't worry, kid. The battle will start when it starts," Smooth Criminal tried to reassure him. He looked at the field of potatoes the ship was in front of. "This fight's gonna mess up your crops."
"Ah, man! I spent hours getting the rows right!" He looked over his right shoulder at Froggy. "What's taking so damn long?!"
Froggy looked at his data watch. "Uh, Hot97's trying to work the mortar. Uh...I think the shells need propellent."
"This is a waste of time!" Ballz yelled. "We should just throw grenades at the damn thing!"
"We sold all the grenades to buy food, dumbass!" yelled back Lil.
Ballz threw his hands up in disgust. "Can this day get any worse?"
A beeping sound from their data watches confirmed that yes, this day will get worse.
"What is it NOW?" Ballz said as he looked at his data watch. Alphabeavers, a herd of them were swarming in from the north.
"Ah, more things for me to kill," said the ever bloodthirsty Storme.
"What are alphabeavers?" asked Sparkler25.
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