Boggy cracked open the crate. Inside wasn’t a weapon, but a . With a wiggle of his tail, he hopped into the pilot's seat of a rusted Rocket League Octane . The engine roared, a sound of pure mechanical aggression. He didn’t just crawl toward the enemy; he boosted, flying over the poison mines and landing directly atop a bunker occupied by the "Gully Washers."
The mud-slicked trenches of the sector were quiet, but Boggy B knew better. In Worms W.M.D , peace was just a countdown between turns. He adjusted his tiny commando hat and looked at the crate that had just parachuted onto the jagged landscape. Worms WMD by sets
“Target in sight,” Boggy squeaked into his radio. “Requesting a extraction.” Boggy cracked open the crate