The Cartoncasters held their breaths. They approached each other in the
field of battle, in Blood Gulch, but never as they imagined. Zane crept up
from behind a protruding rock, shotgun in hand, as Ben boldly charged
ahead, pistols blazing. A brief second of hesitation, indecision... then
regret. Zane, a Red, and Ben, a Blue - there was only one way this could
end. And after the dust settled, muffled sobbing sounds could be heard
behind Zane's helmet, as he teabagged the shit out of that dirty Blue.
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