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It was a perfect day in the land of Mlgolia. The airhorns in the sky were tooting, the giant Dorito in the sky was shining its little rays of cancer, and the massive building of Valve Headquarters was shining like a beacon even during the day down below in Bellevue, its namesake valve symbol shining white, powered by the hopes and dreams of gamers wishing for [i]Half-Life 3[/i]. Fluffy white clouds of vape mixed with dank 420 smoke were slowly drifting by in the pure blue well-textured skybox. It was a perfect day indeed down below in Steam's capital city of Montage, where people went about their daily lives, professional gamers going to and fro the giant MLG Stadium, trickshotters practicing in Quickscoping Park, stoners lounging around the Hundred Weedcre Woods, and just Steam users working in their officers purchasing and playing games for 99% off. Some young quickscopers made their way to the Steam School of Minecraft and Badassery, a prodigious MLG academy that had been rebuilt after it was destroyed during the Third Steam-Origin War fought between Valve and Electronic Arts. 

Up above, the [i]Gordon Freeman[/i]-class Valve Corporation Ship of Steam [i]Lord Newell[/i] hovered in the air, its massive rotors powered by compressed dank memes spinning. Several aircraft sat on runway, F-22s taking off every now and then to go on routine patrols, and several AH-64 Apache attack helicopters doing much of the same, except heading off to soar over oilfields and dropping hot sticky loads on disgusting foreigners. The entire ship was painted the colours of Valve: black, white, and grey. Both logos of the corporation were placed in select locations such as its runway and underside. Its main engines used for forward propulsion situated at the back glowed orange from spewing out fission-fragments of Doritos dust during Doritos-Mountain Dew nuclear fission. Its power core was located deep beneath many layers of solid Nokium armour, Nokias that had been taken apart outside the constraints of time and space using Chuck Norris' famous roundhouse kick to break reality itself, and reformed into a nigh-impenetrable material. The core ran on compressed composite Mountain Dew, every single flavour of Mountain Dew mixed into one super-reactive compound power source that is so volatile that it does not have a half-life, but a quarter-life.

As for its weapons, dozens of batteries of oversized AWP sniper rifles were fixed all around its body, quickscoping any hostile foolish enough to fly into its instant kill radius. Several other missile launchers were also built into its structure, homing onto targets. The ship itself was more than five-hundred metres in length, which meant its hangar had room for dozens of aircraft. It was designed by Lord Gaben himself after watching too much [i]Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.[/i], which was why it resembled a much more badass version of the Helicarrier. It was also run using the Holy SteamOS.

Some distance away, a UH-60 Blackhawk was making its way to the flying base of Valve. Its passenger compartment was empty save for one person: a young and eager-looking teen with matching brown eyes and hair. A Ballista with CE Digital Camo was slung behind his back and over his zipped-open black hoodie with the MLG logo on it, his grey Aperture Science t-shirt visible. His KAP-40 rested in its holster around his dark blue jeans. He was practically skipping in his black and blue Nike sports shoes. 

"Holy crap on a cupcake I can't believe I'm actually going on that thing!" He exclaimed with glee, staring at the pride of Valve. He was Kaliber Kushing, an average kid with decent skillz in qwickscoping and the most mediocre K/D ratio ever. He had decided to join the elite Meme Team after successfully performing a 1080 noscope across-the-map kill. Of course, he wasn't sure it was enough to become a member or Prestige, but a worth a shot. 

You only YOLO once, after all. 

As the Blackhawk gracefully flew over to the landing platform of the [i]Lord Newell,[/i] Kaliber caught sight of a few other Blackhawks, each one carrying one new recruit. There weren't that many, maybe just five or six.

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