A battle was raging on Highrise, with half a minute left on the clock. The noble man dashed across the way in desperate hope to find his next target so that he would earn a crowned spot at the top of the scoreboard. To his dismay there was not a man in sight, prompting a sense of defeat in the mind of our hero.
Knowing that exploration would get him nowhere, he decided to instead stay in a corner, watching and waiting. Within moments, the sensor on the side of his rifle started beeping in alert, as a red blip appeared on the leftmost side of the display. Knowing someone was heading this way, he adjusted his sight to the doorway directly left of him, ready to get his game-winning shot. However, his plan was unsuccessful, as the enemy happened to have a heart monitor as well. Knowing that the man was standing behind a very weak wall material, he fired, killing the hero from the other side.
As time ran out, the hope of success the marksman had was lost within the blink of an eye. The physical conflict over, he was about to begin a verbal conflict with the crime's perpetrator. Leaving the lobby, he invited the other player to a private voice chat. After tense discussion, a decision was made. A rematch was to be had in the dusty plains of Rust. Just he and his nemesis, both without any help from their allies, to fiercely battle. Before entering the arena, he made sure his loadout was polished and ready for battle. Knowing that he was prepared, he stepped into the field.
However, just as the duel was to begin, the man changed his mind. He was never truly an honest person. Instead of playing his usual role of sharpshooter, he instead skipped over that loadout for something much more sinister. Sidearm in one hand, combat knife in the other, he was much faster a runner than normal. Within moments was he already stalking his enemy, waiting for a moment of distraction to move in for the kill. Upon his opponent turning his back, the man quickly darted after his prey, obliterating the throat in one quick slice. The villian quickly adapted to the new challenge, although not entirely sure what he was up against. Even with caution exercised though, the hero was still able to strike rapidly and silently. Keeping this almost ninja-like style up quickly netted him the win, the illegitimate victory over the criminal.
Knowing something was off about what just happened, the supposed "scumbag" demanded another try and with true fairplay. Egotistical as usual, the rifleman very harshly denied, convinced he was far superior to the knave challenging his figurative throne. In frustration, the defeated left the room, making sure to mark the hero as "Avoid" in hopes that he would never have to see him again. While the hero, despite earlier losses, continued to strive in the competitive world of Xbox Live, working his way to the top. Continued practicing and victory would one day bring him there.
THE END