I took the file and edited the story to fit Nerf. It was actually quite fun. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that it sounds rediculous, but maybe you'll think otherwise.
Keep in mind, this was originally written about WarCraft, a game about Orcs and crap, so it sounds awkward. I might be able to find the original, despite have saving over it, if anyone needs it.
Darkness. The pounding of water upon plastic and flesh. And that fatal darkness. The men lowered their eyes from the heavens which had opened upon them. Their eyes drifted down to their crude plastic weaponry they held defiantly, giving them a reason in this world. Now every set of eyes of the thousands of men rose in unison to their foes across the bubbling stream. Noone knows which side made it occur, but both factions suddenly were rushing across the flowing stream, the water bouncing against their ankles. One man stood out, or rather didn't stand out, against this huge group. Neither tall nor strong, this man swaggered with defiance, holding his shiny, almost heavenly-appearing Nitefinder in his hands. The experienced veterans of the other team froze for a moment as they saw the fire in the man's eyes, quickly returned to their scowling, raised their guns triumphantly, and laughed at the sight. The man ignored all of this, even as his comrades slowed down, seeing the surprised expression that would eternally stay on the man he shot first. He went on a bloody rampage, shooting and reloading instrinctively at all he saw as he ran straight through the men. Before he knew it, his darts were shooting into the distance, and he turned around to find he had passed all of them. His gap in the group quickly filled in, and soon all of the glances of the small army was upon him. He beamed a crazy little smile, delighted with his heroism, but oblivious to his foolishness. All of a sudden there was a burning at his leg, and he grabbed it and winced, glancing upon the dart near his feet, the weight of 3 BBs, and a huge glob of glue that was his demise. He gulped, seeing the Stefan a second before it nailed him right between the eyes. And then there was darkness. That fatal darkness.