He pulled out his secret weapon: a he’d crafted during the enemy's last turn. As the bass dropped, the world vibrated, and the enemy sniper danced right off his ledge and into a strategically placed Sentry Gun .
“Surprise,” Boggy whispered, activating the ground pound. The earth shattered, sending three enemy worms tumbling into the rising tides below. Worms WMD by sets
“Target in sight,” Boggy squeaked into his radio. “Requesting a extraction.” He pulled out his secret weapon: a he’d
But the battle wasn't over. From across the map, a began to hum. The enemy had secured the Turret Set , and a sniper was lining up a shot. Boggy dove into a nearby Building , the interior flickering with low-light tactical readouts. In this new era of worm-fare, cover wasn’t just a suggestion—it was survival. The earth shattered, sending three enemy worms tumbling
“Checkmate,” Boggy said, right before the fell from the heavens to end the round.
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.