My PS3 Trophy Score
An Inconvenient Truth
As my tactical knife slides into their cold blooded bodies
I use my m9 to finish of the rest of the enemy team
I run behind enemy lines to shoot off any survivors
I run to defuse the bomb while my whole team watches
The stress is as painful as a tactical nuke
The bomb Defuses and my team is victorious
As a great amount of joy overcomes me
As I walk off the battlefield, glorious
All by myself in this cold dark war
Bullets flying everywhere like the air force
The Violence is making me sicken to the core
Every man for himself
Even the sick and the poor
I try to run to take shelter towards a house
But get shot in the back as I reach the door
FUCK!
The pain is like a million knifes stabbing me
I crawl through the door and take shelter
I have lost a lot of blood
And my support is taking too long
So I pull out my sidearm to end this pain and misery
My last words were “What Went Wrong?”
