A/N The idea came to me that this could be a particularly useful class, so here it is.
A New Zealand guardsman shouted in pain, as he was swarmed, shot at, and beaten by his enemies in a battle, then fell into darkness, unconsciousness. He awoke days later in a medical facility, belonging to his side, after he was dragged away by doctors in a bid to save his life. He couldn't of his life before becoming unconscious or who he was, so was given a false identity by the doctors, based somewhat on his characteristics. He was renamed Flynn Holyman, and lived at 194 Forrester Avenue, Kaikorai, Dunedin 9010.
After being attracted to work for Reasonable Excavation and Demolition through a leaflet for New Zealand workers in 1968, several years after his 'accident'. Due to Flynn's lack of decent work, he moved to New Mexico, but gave his house key to a trustworthy friend and asked him to look after his home.
The trip to America was uneventful, though Flynn had the feeling that he had done something similar before. Flynn bought a 1963 Toyota Corolla, before driving through the New Mexican desert to approach a RED outpost, while another 1963 Toyota Corolla was driving to roughly the same location, but turned away to a different, blue, building and not to the red building that Flynn was going to.
After arriving, he answered a few questions asked by a woman in a purple dress and smoking a cigarette. After the questions were answered, Flynn was then escorted, by a shorter woman in a purple dress and wore glasses, to a German doctor who, using concerning methods on Flynn, took a DNA sample, and fitted a valve of sorts to a heart from an animal that replaced Flynn's own. The short woman then escorted Flynn to a storeroom, and gave the slightly confused New Zealander a halberd, a sawn-off shotgun, a Model 454 Taurus Raging Bull, a tower shield, and two New Zealand military uniforms, complete with a Mounted Rifles Hat and plume.
When asked about what to do with the weapons, as Flynn didn't know about the war RED was involved in, the short lady said that he was being employed to hold any tactical position he chose against RED's rivals, Builder's League United.
"Ah, so this is a war between RED and BLU, eh?" asked Flynn.
"Yes, you could say that. I've got to go now. You have a room, near the communal area, fifth one on the right side of a corridor. The others working for RED will answer any questions you have." replied the short woman, before walking off.
"Sweet as. I'll go talk to the others, like the lady suggested."
Flynn ambled through the place he would call home for a while, until he approached the communal area. There was a group of nine other men in there, including the doctor, occupied watching the fattest, the blackest, and the most crazed drink more strong scrumpy than the other two men. Flynn watched for a few seconds, then quickly moved across the room and went into a corridor on the other side. Like the short woman said (whom Flynn had heard the other woman refer to as Miss Pauling), there was a cluster of rooms near the communal area. Flynn moved along it, and opened the fifth door on the right. It was cleaner than he expected, but there was a strange smell coming from the air vent on the outside wall. It turned out that the smell was of an escaped bull had inconsiderately died right outside Flynn's room, and was rapidly decomposing.
Flynn shut the vent, but left his room door propped open with the halberd as he organised himself for his new job. As Flynn could hear his co-workers messing around in the communal area, Flynn did not shut the door as he changed into his uniform, due to Flynn wanting to get rid of the lingering smell of the dead bull. Thankfully, no one else, wanting to get away from the binge drinking, passed Flynn's room. The New Zealander folded his casual clothes and put them on a shelf in his wardrobe, then folded the spare uniform and put it on a different shelf. His weapons, apart from the halberd, were put his weapons in a weapons rack on a wall near the door, and he lay on his bed. When the sounds in the communal area died down a bit, Flynn got off his bed and went down to the communal area.
The black man, the fat one, and the insane person were unconscious, probably because of the amount of strong scrumpy they had drunk. The German doctor had disappeared, presumably to the surgery, but the rest remained. Flynn got called over to a man wearing a slouch hat similar to Flynn's own, but also wore a pair of sunglasses and leather clothes.
"You must be that new man Medic was talking about, mate." said the man in an Australian accent.
"Sure am, you Aussie. What's going on here?" asked Flynn in his native accent.
"A kiwi, eh? We're in the middle of a war between two rival brothers and their respective companies, and everyone here, in this room, has been recruited by RED. That's pretty much all you need to know, mate, apart from the fact that we re-spawn when we die and the names of the other classes, but I'm sure they'll introduce themselves to you soon enough."
"What's your class name? And what is mine?"
"Oh, I'm the Sniper, as sniping is my right up my street, mate. My real name is Mundy. Lawrence Mundy. I've heard you're quite adapt at not letting people through, apparently, so the Administrator called you Stalwart."
"Stalwart. Cool as. When do we get started?"
"Well, the next battle is tonight, so be ready."
A/N That's it for now; reviews would be appreciated as I'm unsure as what to do shortly after this.