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[color=orangered]“Does she have to get so riled up all the time?”[/color] The answer was yes, because hot-blooded battle maniacs like Graphite lived to die on the killing floors. Kenji watched his Deputy give her rousing speech from a few feet, leaning back on the side of a building with arms crossed. He usually left the heavy lifting up to her and, given his Faction’s results, it seemed to be working. Everyone was properly pumped up and ready to face the undead horde, despite the ominous digital fog blanketing the city. Faint, blood red light markers in the distance would serve as indicators of where the play areas were, though all the public would usually see were a bunch of teens being overly dramatic.

[color=orangered]“Speaking of dramatic, I guess it can’t be helped,”[/color] Kenji said with a sigh as the game began, logging in and adorning his avatar. In little time, the Red Leader, [url=https://i.imgur.com/hSXhhxX.jpg]Scorch Spiriah[/url] stood in Kenji’s place, a small grin welcoming the shambling shapes in the foggy darkness that stumbled his way. As usual of his nature, he decided hanging back at base was the least amount of effort. Being the sole player still present, it was no surprise the zombie-like AI surrounded him and lunged out for blood. No sooner had they done so did their bodies crumble in digitized ashes and fragmented data, fired bullets plopping to the ground in melted messes.

There was, of course, a reason the others often left their leader in solidary action. [color=orangered]“Come on HGO, you can do better than that,”[/color] Scorch Spiriah said, blue dots seeming to gleam nastily behind his mask. The temperature around his body skyrocketed in just a few seconds and from a distance, players from all sides could see a tornado of gathering flame and fire engulfing around the Scourger base and cut through the fog as an unintentional beacon. At that focal point was Scorch Spiriah who approached the now slowed down zombies with a steady pace. Armor melted into undead flesh and faces melted into their chests, a welcome sight indeed. [color=orangered]“The afterlife only promises Hell for you,[/color]” Scorch Spiriah said, grin spreading unhinged to the persistent AI.

Around the city, more of the undead flowed with their contorted movements and shuffling actions; but none of that stopped their quick hand motions and frantic gunfire. One by one by, each Faction was drawn in towards the zombies. As a result, they were also slowly pushed into one another where Factions eventually crossed paths. Visibility and acknowledgment of this fact, of course, was no doubt difficult thanks to the mass fog. Even now, it blanketed Ranger’s vision from his view, and Black Cat was no help in noticing the slow forms scaling up towards their vantage point on the side of their structure. At least the pair had infinite ammo.

As for the Crusaders, their Deputy found herself separated from the group but entirely alone. True to her orders, the Blue players fled to cover wherever they could, but the spray of fire didn’t stop. They continued pounding down on Saffron’s cover spot, so much so she probably didn’t notice the other player until they bumped into her, falling over and down. Immediately they sprawled up to a sitting position and raised their arms up in surrender. It was a wise choice; from the aesthetic of their [url=https://i.imgur.com/et6nmWH.jpg]avatar[/url], one could easily mistake them for a zombie. Just to prove they were a player, they raised up their UI to show their stats and status, revealing they were a solo player with no Faction allegiance. 

Probably some dumb fool who wanted to try and solo the horde somehow.
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