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OK, last night, I had a dream about an epic comic sequence involving a Giant Sniper on the hunt for a puny Scout, ending with a dramatic close-up of the Scout’s reflection on the Sniper’s glasses.
I cannot epic, so instead I made a short Garry’s Mod sequence of a giant Huntsman Sniper who has already managed to do in a hapless Scout (yes he team-kills because he’s huge and doesn’t give a shit), and soon sets his sights on a terrified Medic.
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How do I archery?
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