Colin paused and took in the significance of the mission he was sent here to complete: by helping to rebuild the Navy, he would be helping people by giving them a fighting chance against the bimbos.
He set his hand on his mom's shoulder and said "Mom, find somewhere to hide."
"But Colin..." the middle aged woman started.
"I'll be fine. These guys have my back. I'll come back for you, I promise." the gamer said.
The mother hugged her son, and ran for cover as he readied his guns.
He said, bluntly and simply,
"Let's do this."
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The bimbos aboard the Reagan went about their business as they always did: Kissing, humping, fingering eachother, trying on clothes and make up they found. However, this ordinary day was interrupted by screaming and loud banging noises coming from the main deck of the ship.
As a bimbo strutted to the door, it swung open as her face was blown apart with a shotgun blast.
"Go! Go! Go!" Chuck yelled as his team burst into the room gunning down every bimbo in sight. Colin jumped onto a table damp from melted ice cream and used it to slide while unloading two clips into the bimbo horde in a bloody flash. As a busty blonde tried to grab him, Colin jammed a knife in her neck and sliced it open, blood spraying on his face.
"Move, the route to the control deck is this way!" Chuck shouted.
As they ran, a shadow appeared in the doorway to the left.
"Hold! Somebody's coming." Chuck yell-whispered.
Since Colin was the closest to the door, he took point with his twin assault rifles readied. The figure took a few steps, each one seeming to resound louder than the last on the metal. Then, the door swung open to reveal that it was...