Dudebro flipped onto his X-Bρ stealth skateboard. Designed by a joint coalition of DARPA and Tony Hawk, this sicknasty deck of the future War on Terror had cost $2 billion in R&D. Ducats well spent, as Dudebro was now able to shred undetected over any surface. With an incredible automated trick system, the B.R.O. operator could pull off a wykkyd wyld 1080° while balancing off a terrorist's nose, at the same time deflecting bullets with the deck's reinforced nanocarbon surface.
Dudebro grinded down the nuclear plant's cooling tower. The Terrorist Base was nearby, and the Terrorist Army had locked down the Filthy Third-Worlders Village. Foreigners were, like, dying and stuff. Fucking "for the fail," Dudebro tweets.
The game suddenly switches to "playing" a poor foreign guy getting tortured and shot in the village.
Then it switches to a completely unrelated sequence you play as a militant with no relation to the game's plot, and personally blow up a field full of unsuspecting White Christian American Children Playing Team-Sport (Near a Church) before suicide bombing a bus full of disabled veterans. As the smoke twists into the sky, an American flag burns...
"Damn..." muttered Dudebro, his all-watching whiskers picking up the signals. "This is some Bro Hawk Down shit... with a bit of Brotel Rwanda... so deep... makes u think..." He paints a laser target for a bombing run onto the school, mosque, and water treatment facilities where some Terrorists might possibly maybe be. "War is hell... semper fi oorah."