[ WP ] A sequence from an RTS game , from the perspective of the units .

`` Me not that kind of Orc!'' 
 
 `` How many times do I have to tell you, you bastard? Stop tickling me!'' I think as I rush to the gold mine. As I am coming back with a bag of gold slung on my shoulder, taskmaster shouts from the Hall, `` Hey, you! New orders! Altar of Storms! Over there!'' 
 
 `` So should I drop this bag of gold first, or...'' 
 
 `` Go! Now! Were running behind schedule!'' 
 
 `` I can work better with two hands, you know.'' 
 
 `` Do you want to be executed for insubordination?'' 
 
 Well, whatever. Zug zug. I rush to the site. I hear a whoosh of wind. A man with a big sword materializes next to me before I can start. `` Wha...'' I cry as he starts swinging at me. 
 
 I run to the Great Hall to take shelter within. `` Not here you idiot! Go to the burrows.'' But the burrow is too far. Couldnt I just fit in such a huge hall? 
 
 I am cut down before I can make it to the burrows. As I die, I am strangely bothered by the bag of gold that I never deposited.
