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computerhat · 6 months

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MAKE WAY FOR THE... UH OH.

not the best at sfm but this turned out pretty well!

#payday 2 #pd2 #payday wolf #payday dallas #bulldozer payday 2 #payday bulldozer #source filmmaker #sfm #art #sfm poster #sfm art #sfm render

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oddsacky · 4 months

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I thought I scheduled a post of this amazing pic during my payday phase but I guess I didn't

It's my blog header and I think it is amazing

#payday 2 #payday bulldozer #the almighty dozer pyramid #happy holidays

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velathetanager · 1 year

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Supernatural AU, Things About Kay

Houston uses the extra appendages Kay can generate to fix the car whenever no one is around. He still finds it freaky, but Kay enjoys it. The inside of the car is dark, and she likes that.

She can hijack Houston’s shadow, but can’t physically interact with stuff using it.

If I gave her an animal theme, it would be either snakes (because she’s coiled around Houston) or dogs (because she’s loyal to a fault).

A big reason she dislikes serious fighting is because void monsters can descend into a bloodlust/frenzy, and she did that once when she was attacked by an imp (pre-Houston). That’s how Hell learned she existed and put the hit out on her.

She is very capable of inflicting body horror on Houston if she so chooses. Or basically doing whatever the hell she wants to his body as long as she inhabits it. He has put strict limitations on this ability.

She thinks Hoxton is lying about how he got the facial scar. After all, he’s a demon. How is bleach supposed to do that? She’s been trying to convince Houston of this fact.

She has a twin (Tee) who linked up with a Bulldozer. Whenever they get into each other’s general vicinity, both parties have an insatiable drive to run each other’s fade, so they fight away from most of the action. Then they run away after neither can overcome the other. Jacket does know about both twins.

Houston will have her cook simple things to get her used to operating a human body.

#payday 2 supernatural au #PAYDAY 2 #Payday 2 AU #payday bulldozer #payday 2 houston #payday 2 hoxton

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crispy-bonnie · 1 year

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HI IT'S ME MWAH MWAH (/P)

- Okay anyways-

- I read your thing about flirtatious s/o, and was like 😳->😏

- Idk if this goes against the rules bc it is limey so (if it is just lmk and delet)

- Can we get uhm.... Jacket, Sokol, Houston, Dallas and for absolutely no reason Dozer for this?

- So can we get a situation where Reader and him have to (for random plot reasons) hide in a tight spot??? Like a locker or something

- This is during/just after a fight so Reader's preeeetty tired

- So they just rest their head on him

- And he's trying so hard not to... not to have.... UHHHHHH-

- I hope you know where this is going???

- (He's trying not to wiener)

yeah this is chill with me ! if i ever write overly spicy stuff , then you'll most likely find it on my alt that's dedicated to the juicy stuff . also no i'm not giving the tag for said alt lmao also , this post in particular is VERY long and took me fucking forever to finish . my writing clearly started to deteriorate towards the end LMAO . consider this a valentine's day special lol i'll be making a special cut of this on my side blog once i get my requests done so stay tuned for that ig

!! SUGGESTIVE CONTENT + CLAUSTROPHOBIA UNDER THE CUT . PLEASE BE ADVISED !!

Tight Spot - PAYDAY + DOZER X READER MULTISHOT

Dallas

Despite such a quiet heist, it was still one of exhaustion. Having to worry about the guards, running past civilians and praying that they don't see you, it's draining. Luckily, a fellow heister volunteered to stealth it with you, making the experience a tad bit easier.

You and Dallas were tasked with tagging a truck with a GPS tracking device whilst the other two heisters, Houston and Hoxton, stayed behind. This truck contained voting machines that you two have to hack, but none of the trucks were labeled, therefore you had to find clues on which ones had the things you needed. The two of you were tucked in a shipping container, waiting for guards to pass while looking through the boxes to see if there was anything indicating the right or wrong truck.

"D-Dallas...? Can we take a quick breather..?" You huffed, your legs cramped from crouching and your body coated in sweat from all the running and sneaking about. Despite the container being so large, the two of you could barely squeeze yourselves inside, as there were boxes packed rather tightly inside. Your legs were entangled in his, both of your torsos just mere centimeters away. You were panting heavily, the tight space making it harder to gather oxygen.

"Sure..are you alri-" He was cut off as you leaned forward, your head now resting on his shoulder as your arms wrapped around his waist. Dallas could feel his face heating up from underneath his mask, but not because of the awkward atmosphere. He stared down at your heavily breating form attempting to gulp down the words that were stuck in his throat.

You were brought out of your heated daze when you heard Dallas groaning softly, in which you pulled back ever so slightly to face him. He had one of his hands pressed against the boxes whilst the other was holding up his mask. You could feel his legs shaking ever so slightly as he tried to curb the attempts to buck his hips towards yours.

"Are you okay?" You hummed, bringing your hand up to his and moving his mask off of his face so you could make sure that he wasn't dying underneath it. However, just as you unveiled his lips, both of his hands shot up to grab your mask, ripping it off before slamming his lips against yours.

The scent of cigarette smoke and his freshly ironed suit filled your nose, the bitter sensation of nicotine and the sweet taste of him now in your mouth as his tongue pressed against yours. Your eyes fluttered shut, now resting your hands on his shoulders to pull him closer. Time seemed to slow, everything melting away as you focused on him and only him. Not even the sounds of gunshots or the bickering of the other two heisters outside pulled you out of the trance that the two of you were stuck in.

Let's hope the others don't find you two in that shipping container...

Houston

It was a quiet night. The only sounds heard being rain drops tapping softly against the window and the chatter among the attendees of the auction. As much as the gang wanted to try to place bids on the artifact being auctioned off, they knew that it would take a big chunk out of their vault, and it would most certainly not be a guarantee of even getting it. The criminals instead opted for attempting to steal the item. After all, it was one of the many things they were good at.

Ears sharp and eyes peeled, you crawled down the halls as fast as possible, making sure to keep yourself out of sight from the guards and cameras that littered the building. Houston followed behind, keeping an eye out for anyone approaching. The two of you thought you were safe, but the sound of a gun unholstering and a voice shouting at you two brought you two to a halt.

Turning around to face the guard, he glared the both of you down for a good few seconds. He proceeded to fish his radio out of his pocket, but you had whipped your gun out to shoot it to bits before he could say anything. Next thing you knew, unsilenced gunshots had been fired from the guard's gun, now alerting others. The crowd below was now startled, spooked whispers and gasps echoing from the crowd. The sounds of these sent panic into you, making you directly headshot the guard before grabbing Houston by the wrist and pulling him away.

You shoved yourself and Houston into a storage closet, shutting the door behind you as the alarms started to blare from outside. The closet was unfortunately very tight, but it was the only hiding spot available so that you could wait for the rest of the crew to arrive and save you from this mess. Your hands left the doorknob just after you locked it, letting out a huff of relief before leaning your shocked form against the wall.

"I'm sorry I-"

"No it's okay, it's okay. We didn't know he'd be there." Houston sighed, placing his hand on your shoulder before pulling you close. You took a minute to process what was going on, the sirens, the screaming, and soon the warm embrace that you found yourself in. He continued to whisper reassurings into your ear as he let you relax into him.

A few minutes in, you could hear Houston muttering your name ever so softly. Almost like he was trying to get your attention. You pulled back, looking into his now half-lidded eyes before asking: "Are you okay..?"

"Sorry I just- m- my- ngh..~" Houston pulled his hands away from your waist, bringing one up to his mask and the other down to his pants, the other now gripping onto his belt desperately. He moved his mask off to wipe away some of the sweat that was coating his forehead. Your face flushed red once your eyes trailed down to his crotch, his current behavior finally making sense to you.

"We should- sh-should get back to the missio-" He went back to pull his mask back on, but you brought your hand up to stop his, soon pulling it away to swipe your mask off and let it clatter to the ground. "No no..." You hummed, your face now inches away from his. The red on his face became brighter as you grabbed at his pants, pulling at them ever so slightly. "Let's take care of your little friend here first~"

Sokol

It was an intense battle. The constant bangs and pops of guns firing, screams of the cops that were being mercilessly shot down as well as the heisters' demands for things like coolant for the drill or to reboot the power, and most importantly, the earpiercing sound of the giant drill burning its way into the glass flooring that blocked the criminals from the stacks upon stacks of cash that they were after.

"SOKOL!" His name erupted from your throat as you fired your weapon at the horde of cops that continued to try to get to the both of you. Your body armor was sparing you of the bleeding you would've had to endure if you didn't have it, but it still hurt regardless. "We're under heavy fire here!"

"БЛИН- I KNOW!" The Russian cursed loudly, also trying to fend off the swarms of cops. Wave after wave, they just kept coming. It was like there was no break to it. You were starting to get exhausted and your armor was starting to deteriorate under its constant abuse, struggling to reload fast enough to be able to continue shooting cops down. You whipped around to face Sokol, but you could only catch the faint image of him grabbing you by the wrist and running through a doorway.

It was a blur, especially with how fast he was running, but soon you finally processed that you two were in a locker room. You could hear the heavy boots of the various cops stampeding their way down the stairs. Within a matter of seconds, you found yourself and the Russian heister now stuffed into a locker, the both of you dead quiet as you two waited for the cops to pass.

It felt like forever until you heard the footsteps of those pesky cops started to fade away, in which you finally managed to take a deep breath before finally leaning against the wall a little more. You looked up at Sokol within the dark confines of the metal locker you two had been stuffed in. It was only when you glanced to the side when you realized that he had both his hands firmly planted next to your head, effectively pinning you within the locker.

Blinking a few times, you focused your gaze back on him, realizing that his mask had been shoved out of its place, now showing a good portion of his face. You could see his platinum eyes glinting at you with an almost feral intent, his hair scattered and no longer its in slicked back state. From what you could see with the little light provided, his sweat-coated face was dusted pink, his jaw hanging slightly as be panted harshly.

"You know..." He started, his voice low as if he were growling, bringing his left hand away from your head only to rip his mask off, as well as yours. He proceeded to grip your chin and pull you close, nearly closing the gap between your lips and his. "The drill has quite a long time before it's done, no?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face and down to your crotch because of his behavior, letting out a small whimper as he left a soft kiss on your lips. The hardness in his pants was pressed against your thigh, his hips moving ever so slightly and bringing friction between the two surfaces. Sokol leaned into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe gently before purring:

"Why don't we... pass the time... милый?"

Jacket

Jacket wasn't very fond of stealth, and neither were you. Of course, Bain made the two of you go on this heist anyway. Why? Who knows, and you honestly couldn't care less. You just wanted to get the heist over and done with.

The two of you were infiltrating the GenSec arena, in which there was vault that was in need of cracking. There was a concert going on for a musician going by the name 'Alesso'. The music was bumping from the stage itself, so loud that the two of you could hear it whilst in the halls behind the concessions.

You had to find the C4 that was marked in some of the storage closets, said closets being marked with a red X. However, what the two of you didn't know was that there were going to be a few guards patrolling this area. You currently had some of your lockpicking equipment out, desperately trying to get the reinforced door open. You could feel Jacket nudging at you, knowing that there was a guard nearly.

Just before the guard could even get a proper glance of the two of you, you managed to get the storage closet open, soon getting pushed inside by Jacket as faster than a lightning bolt. He quickly kicked the door closed, hearing the lock you had just picked click as the metal door slammed shut.

"That..." You breathed, your chest rising and falling harshly as you found yourself staring into the beady eyes of Jacket's mask. "That was close...huh?"

You attempted to push yourself up, only to realize that Jacket had both of your wrists pinned to the cold concrete floor. Letting out a quick chuckle as to try and make the situation a little less awkward, you attempted to get up once more.

"J-Jacket...? I think- I think we're safe now-" It only took a few seconds before you found both your mask and Jacket's thrown to the side, the lack of his mask now revealing his reddened face and almost feral expression. His eyes stared into yours with a feverish yet lucid glow, his face starting to inch closer and closer to yours. "Jacket what are you-"

You were cut off as he rammed his chapped lips against your own, his kiss animalistic and rough in nature. It was only after he pulled away when he realized what he did, his grip weakening and his eyes widening. Jacket was about to reach for his tape recorder, but you stopped him, your voice weak but words clear as day:

"K-keep going~"

Dozer

"Damn it, FALL BACK! NOW!" You could hear Captain Winters screaming the demand into the radio, causing you to nearly panic, more so that you already are. You knew the Payday gang would put up a fight, but if Captain Winters himself was telling units to fall back, then you know something was wrong. You glanced up at your fellow colleague, a Skulldozer that you were good friends with, who was just shooting down an unfortunately no longer fellow cop. You would be gloomy about the fact, but you had no time for that, as the two of you were on the fourth floor and in immediate danger.

You were just about to whisper to him about the Captain's demands, but when you felt a bullet just barely graze your armor, your attention was pulled away. You focused your gaze in front of you, now seeing one of the masked criminals with a submachine gun slowly approaching you. Your face paled upon the sight, now frantically looking for a way out. You caught a glance of what the Dozer was facing, and much to your dismay, you found that the both of you were being closed in on by two of the clown-faced criminals.

Squeezing your eyes shut and ready to accept your fate, you were pulled out of your trance of fear, as well as being pulled out of the hall the two of you were in and into a room. It was only a matter of seconds before you realized that the Skulldozer had pulled you into a room nearby, holding you closely by the waist as he looked around for a hiding spot.

Just as the door to the room was kicked open by one of the gang members, you two had just barely managed to squeeze yourselves into a closet, holding your breaths and praying that he would leave soon. Luckily, upon scanning the room, the criminal backed out of the place, giving you the opportunity to gasp for air.

"Oh thank god-" You managed to say inbetween gasps. You pulled the mask obscuring your face down, revealing your pink-tinted cheeks and slightly ajar mouth. "God- all this can really work up someone's heat, huh?"

"Hehe...yeah.." Dozer responded quietly to you, in which you found oddly concerning. It was clear how draining the situation was, but usually he'd have some sort of witty remark or joke to respond to you with, but he seemed a bit sluggish this time around.

"Hey...are you okay?" You hummed, reaching your gloved hand out to the Dozer. He seemed to back away just a little bit upon your approach, causing you to retract your hand instead. "Do you need be to get Winters to call an extraction team? I can-"

"I-it's really hot in here..." He whimpered out, his legs trembling within his heavy armor. You were about to ask if he needed any help taking his armor or anything off, but you were cut off by his voice as well as your flustered response to it: "Or maybe you're just heating up the room~?"

"I- y-you-" Your face was nearly as red as your uniform, your nervous stuttering eliciting a chuckle from the Dozer that was pressed up against you.

"Y'know..." Dozer hummed, flipping his face plate up so you could see his lustful expression through the glass of his helmet, his other hand pressed against the wall next to your head as he purred:

"Maybe we can have some fun while we're still here~"

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triblu · 1 year

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Where the hell is all the payday 2 x left for dead 2 fanfiction

There was only like one i saw one from 13 years ago and the writing aged prettyy bad

BUT LIKE ITS SO PERFECT

4 heisters dealing with an apocalypse of their own making and swapping from robbing banks to scavenging from the most dangerous zombie ridden locations

Or imagine the interactions between the survivors and heisters now on equal footing

Nick happy to meet fellow criminals

Bill easily recognizing them from the elevator of mercy hospital

The rest knowing full well the infamy of the clown masked heisters

Maybe they have to track down some more team members

Jacket on a zombie killing spree

Jimmy coked out of his mind in a safe house

Hoxton breakout but with zombiesss baybee

And likely the majority of them arent immune, and maybe we'll see some turned heisters

OR TURNED POLICE OHOHOHOHOHOHO

Just musing and hoping someone writes this

#payday 2 #left 4 dead #fanfic ideas #jacket #chains #dallas #hoxton #jimmy #nick #bill #houston #payday #nick l4d2 #jacket payday 2 #please write this #fucking bulldozer tank hybrid #cloaker hunter #I WOULD LITERALLY PAY FOR IT

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song2lryics · 14 days

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[Spoken] In the year 2013, a daring crew of reckless criminals unleash a torrent of chaos upon Washington D.C. Backed by the reclusive genius mastermind, Bain, these clown-masked culprits stop at absolutely nothing to drain the city's vaults and fill their own greedy pockets, causing chaos and destruction wherever they go. These are the adventures of: The PAYDAY Crew!

[Sung] They had been planning it forever Divided all the tasks Got the gear and all the weapons And some wicked masks

They busted through the door and shot the place up Got people on the floor and set the drill up Don't act surprised, you know the date

Cause it's PAYDAY! Gotta get into the vault (PAYDAY!) Fight back the police assault (PAYDAY!) The SWATs are going for the kill You know it's PAYDAY! Grab everything that you can (PAYDAY!) And get it all to the van (PAYDAY!) They love both the money and the thrill

Soon the cops had them surrounded They had to shoulder through The getaway was half a block down Behind a wall of blue

They came with full force, no one could stop 'em The whole police force could never SWAT 'em Seems all these cops forgot the date

Cause it's PAYDAY! Gotta get into the vault (PAYDAY!) Fight back the police assault (PAYDAY!) Give Mr. Loose Lip extra tape You know it's PAYDAY! Grab everything that you can (PAYDAY!) And get it all to the van (PAYDAY!) Let's burn some rubber and escape

(PAYDAY!) Fill up your bags (PAYDAY!) Empty your mags (PAYDAY!) We're on a streak, so it's PAYDAY every single day of the week (PAYDAY!) Fill up your bags (PAYDAY!) Empty your mags (PAYDAY!) We're on a streak, so it's PAYDAY every single day of the week!

Yeah! They jumped into the ride, and tore the street up And though the cops tried, they never caught up Seems the forgot to check the date

(PAYDAY!) Yeah! (PAYDAY!) Get it all! (PAYDAY!) Come on, get it all! (PAYDAY!) Clean house! (PAYDAY!) Send those helmets flying! (PAYDAY!) It's the action filled adventures of the Payday crew! High five!

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0amburgh0 · 2 years

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What happens after the payday gang beats the fuck out of the police force

#art #doodle #payday 2 #pd2 #payday 2 cloaker #payday 2 medic #payday 2 taser #payday 2 bulldozer

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scaredybot · 2 years

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was gonna make this a while ago, but I’ve been sick.

#payday 2 #houston #hoxton #dallas #cloaker #bulldozer #medic

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grubhubgamingofficial · 1 year

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My entire mood is the Bulldozer from Payday 2. Your options are:

MAKE WAY, FOR THE DOZER!

DOZER!

IMMA DROP ON THESE SHITHEADS LIKE A FUCKING PIANO!

#payday 2 #bulldozer

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blackdragonmedicdean · 11 months

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found the Bulldozer and the Medic

#ooc #mun speaks #Payday 2 Bulldozer #Payday 2 Medic #(you can't convince me other wise this isn't him)

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the-treaty-dozer-from-payday · 2 years

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Note: this post has not been evaluated for the Murkuwater Shark of Approval.

#payday #payday 2 #bulldozer #the SUPERIOR dozer team #Murkywater #(it's us)

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velathetanager · 2 years

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Superhero AU Random Lore

Hoxton is happy that Springfield keeps targeting Houston.

Houston had to keep Hoxton’s old outfit (which is tacky) when he returned, and this has led Dozer to believe that Dallas doesn’t love him.

The Wage Dockers stole their original costumes from the FBI (they claim it wasn't stealing because it was dumpster diving).

Shackles and Sniper are together (because WLW Pride)

The Wage Dockers are deadliest when their minds shut off because then they’re ruled by their programming. One time this happened, it was with Chicago, who proceeded to shut down/take over every living thing within a mile radius, then not move until he was snapped out of it by Taser (she had to shock him). They don’t want to talk about it.

Dozer has met and entertained Wolf’s kids before without knowing it (she was a clown for a while).

Necro Cloaker does not enjoy being called a dead body.

Wolf drilled out Dozer’s eyes once after ambushing her, and she held that grudge for a month until she had the opportunity to settle the score (there’s context), and what followed was a brutal reminder of why only 3 people in the Gang are supposed to fight Dozer 1v1. She ended up having Medic heal him (tied up, of course), but it was still scary and Wolf had nightmares about it for months. Dozer does not regret this; do something like he did to the world's strongest woman and you deserve whatever happens to you.

Cloaker has the world’s biggest identity crisis. He’s cloned himself so many times that he doesn’t know if he’s the original. Also he’s implied to have some extra powers.

Taser is a bolt of angelic lightning and is therefore twice as electric as regular lightning (600 MILLION volts).

The Wage Dockers may have had their memories manipulated. They're all technically seven, so it was easy.

Dozer allows the Gang to believe she's a dude so they always look in the wrong place for her secret identity.

Richard, Rasmus, and Don Juan are still around, and Richard has plans surrounding the Wage Dockers.

When the Dockers learn their origin, expect SERIOUS daddy issues with Bain.

#payday 2 #payday bulldozer #payday cloaker #payday taser #payday 2 au #payday 2 superhero au #wage dockers

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kizuryuu-04 · 1 year

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A kiss from the Vikings

それは己の知るどんな口付けよりも熱かった。 It was hotter than any kiss I had ever known.

ドーザー視点から見た女ギャングの話…を、思い付いたままに書き殴ってみまして。ヴァイキングからの口付け | しろね #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=17384768 より、自筆の小話をDeeplさんに突っ込んで雑に翻訳したもの。誤訳とかあるかもしれないけれど、英語がとてもとても苦手でして…。

I wrote the story of a female gangster from Dozer's point of view…as it came to me. A kiss from the Vikings | SHIRONE #pixiv https://www.pixiv.net/novel/show.php?id=17384768 This is a miscellaneous translation of a small story in my own handwriting, from the "The Viking's Kissing from the Vikings" by Deepl, who rushed into it. There may be mistranslations or something, but I'm very, very bad at English…

We arrive at the scene of the stampede. 　When I hear that those clown masks are on a rampage, I suddenly feel motivated. 　I could feel the corners of my mouth turn up at the thought of making those sniveling clowns grovel on the ground and cry. 　But I knew there was no point in just imagining it, so I headed for the party hall where the party was going on. 　From the roof of the building, it was literally a war zone. 　SWAT teams, tasers, and Cloakers were running around shooting guns. Snipers take aim from the high ground. Shield holders closed the distance. 　But the clowns take cover, shoot them in the head, penetrate their shields, and kick them away. 　The clowns run amok as if they don't care. 　It was a time of mixed feelings of elation and anger. "SHEEEEEEEEELD!!!" 　A woman's voice sounds like a roar. 　The tone of her voice was different from rage. 　I looked and saw a clown in a mask with white background, light blue rimmed eyes, and thick lips painted dark red. 　On his forehead were three clovers. 　I had seen this clown in the database, called Clover. 　The woman uses her handgun to smash the shield through her opponent's head and screams with delight. "Shield eliminated!" 　The woman continues to kick away at the other soldiers with glee. 　She sometimes looks annoyed, as if her prediction was wrong, but that is quickly dispelled when she blows off a soldier's helmet, and she smiles broadly. 　I knew immediately that she was a pirate. 　I had heard that the clover is the national flower of Ireland. 　Ireland is the land of the Vikings. Vikings were a people of invasion and pillage. 　I vaguely but surely thought that the woman had the blood of a warrior. 　My blood was rushing. 　I wanted to kill the dancing pirate woman on the battlefield, make her crawl to my feet, and bring her to her knees. What a sweet fantasy. 　The battle cry of victory when that fantasy becomes reality will surely be something special. "……, we're gonna fuck him, aren't we?" 　I got down on the same ground as him and started running. 　I felt lighter than usual, even with my heavy equipment. "Elite Dozer in the house!" 　I leaped in front of the female Viking, calling myself "Elite Dozer in the house!" "Say your prayers!" 　She pointed his shotgun and fired, and the woman seemed to laugh. "Big guy's coming!" 　The L-95 assault rifle was pointed at us. "DOZER!!" 　She gave a single bark and came right in front of us, undaunted by our fire. 　I quickly fired a shot that did not inflict a fatal wound, but only a scratch. 　In the meantime, he blew off one of our visors. 　I'll still crush him. "I'll still crush you, with or without visor!" 　She blustered, but his grip on the gun tightened. 　And the last of my visor was blown off. 　The hot muzzle of the gun is pressed against my mouth. 　I thought that it was as if I was being kissed, even though I was in a desperate situation. I thought a kiss from the Grim Reaper would be as cold as ice, but apparently it was the other way around. "It wasn't that bad, nice guy." 　Underneath the mask, the pirate woman laughed happily, yet viciously. 　I was instantly knocked unconscious by a searing lead ball being pumped into my mouth. "Got the big guy!" 　The battle cry I heard just as my consciousness was about to be cut off was the very sound a pirate makes when he hunts his prey.

#payday 2 clover #payday2 bulldozer #payday 2

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hoxooster · 1 year

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For anyone here who might still be out of the loop, a Christmas event has come to Payday 2 that functions similar to the Golden Piggy during this year’s Crimefest, except with more Pain. :D Seriously, the buffs the cops get drive me insane in a lot of bad ways. Jeezum Crow.

The community present counter will be updated at some unspecified time on the 16th, so keep your eyes open for that!

Also, if any of you are interested in watching any of the OVERKILL Partner streams [obviously not the ones for the 15th--sorry, guys, for being late on this], here’s the schedule and the users involved (some of them might be doing giveaways as well):

December 16th:

9AM-9PM CET - RobThanatos

3PM-9PM CET - PippaStealth

9PM-12AM CET - ZohanEnTwitch

December 17th:

9AM-3PM CET - PippaStealth

9AM-9PM CET - RobThanatos

6PM-9PM CET - ZohanEnTwitch

6PM-12AM CET - Rusty Chains

9PM-12AM CET - Red Archer Live

December 18th:

12AM-6AM CET - Rusty Chains