Betrayed TeamFortress Classic CTF map

	Author:	Matthew Armstrong
	Date Added:	20 Sep 2000, 7:57 p.m.
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We have Sniper Rifles.

Our President gave a passionate speech. He said, "I am not your President! I am your partner! You are not my servants! You are MY FRIENDS! The war I ask you to fight brings great risks, but we will face those risks together. And when it is over it will bring even greater rewards, and we will reap those rewards TOGETHER! AS PARTNERS! AS FRIENDS!" And everyone cheered. We sold our winter food supply. We sold our tools and equipment used to keep our village in good repair. After all, we'd have far better food and equipment after the war. We sold our furniture. We sold all those things and we bought weapons.

We bought Sniper Rifles.

And we won the war. But it lasted long, and we ran out of food. The last of our furniture was burned for warmth in the winter. The last of our tools had fallen apart. But the war was won. We went to our President and said, "We have won! Please give us some of the rewards of victory as you promised so we can repair our town. The floods have damaged our bridge and killed our crops." He said to return home and wait. The rewards would come shortly.

And we waited. And waited. Then we heard. He had used our food money. Our tool money. He had spent it on a truck. A bullet proof, bomb proof, missile proof tank disguised as a truck. All that we had fought and died for.

Our children asked for toys. We should have toys for them to play with. But we don't have toys. We have sniper rifles.

We should have beds to sleep in and tables to eat off of. But we have sniper rifles.

We should have food for our friends and family. But we have sniper rifles.

The president drove past town in his new armor plated truck. Towards the bridge out of town. We should have repaired that bridge with our tools. But we have sniper rifles.

Then the Gods of irony smile, and the bridge collapses under the weight of the armored truck. The front of his beloved vehicle is buried in the mud of our river. We should have the equipment to pull the truck free. But we have sniper rifles.

Now the Betrayer stands outside the town of those he betrayed. Those who once loved him and now loathe him. The only safe place for him is the holy Mosque in the mountains behind the village. No one will dare harm him there. He knows that. We know that. But to reach the Mosque, he must pass through our village.

It should be a simple, safe walk. A stroll through a village in his own country. He has his elite guard with him. We are merely a handful of angry villagers. It should be quiet. It should be safe. His elite guard should be able to protect him from a few farmers. We should be no threat to the Betrayer who walks among us...