I Am Prepared To Do Whatever It Takes, Because You Are NOT Welcome In MY World!

Once upon a time, there was a Medic who loved pocketing Pyros whilst using his ol' Medigun. He was a happy Medic, always willing to pocket any Pyro that needed him. One day, while in a server, there were no Pyros to be seen. So he ran around,, healing various team mates when he heard the Medic Call. The young Medic ran around trying to find whoever it was that needed him. Eventually, he found an extremely wounded Soldier, and he started to heal him.

He gave him his thanks, then moved away. Startled by his kindness to say thanks, the Medic decided to follow him. Various times they saved each others' lives with Ubers and Rockets. Finally, after a few rounds, the Soldier turned to the Medic and asked him if he ever used his Kritzkrieg. He replied with a no. The young Medic loathed the Kritz gun, since he did not know how to properly use it. He had become so used to Medigun, he always knew the exact right time to pop the uber. With the Kritz, he knew nothing. The young Medic didn't even own a Kritz, because he had crafted it into metal.

So, the Soldier gave him his Kritz. He told him that if he ever wanted a chance to pocket him, he must learn to use it. The young Medic agreed, though very reluctantly, and at first refused to use it. Eventually, he tried it out. For a while, he was extremely terrible, and was often scolded by various Soldiers that he had Kritzed them too early. A bit disheartened, the Medic brought back his Medigun and put the Kritz in the farthest section of his bag. A month later, whilst visiting a random map, the Medic met another Soldier, and he decided to learn to use the Kritz. He asked the Soldier if he could pocket him. He agreed, and the two paired up and dominated the opposing team. When the game ended, the two parted ways, and the Medic never saw him again.

Since then, the Medic has visited plenty of servers, and pocketed many many Soldiers, teaching himself how to effectively use the Kritz in hopes that one day, he could become the perfect Companion for a Soldier. All the while, the Medic kept a list in his mind of what he wanted in a Pocket Soldier, watching for any potentials. While he had good runs with many Soldiers, only a selected few actually played with extreme compatibility with him. The Medic decided to ask these Soldiers if he could claim them as his Pockets. They all agreed.

Then, this group was made for the Medic to appreciate his Soldiers and everything they've done for him. He doesn't have a Happy Ending yet, because the story has just begun.