Chapter 2

I'm tired of calling him Redstripe let's call him... Uh... Greg.

Greg respawned in the blue team base, ready to try and code his way past those horrible yellow tanks. He wanted to go farther, and no one was going to stop him.

As he started to leave the base, he heard some commotion nearby. Greg turned to see many of his teammates arguing. There was a square between them, but it was green. Undoubtedly this square was special and they were fighting over it.

Greg decided this argument was pointless. He casually moved toward the group of tanks. Some were yelling and threatening each other while others tried to explain that the square wasn't actually that valuable, however their voices were lost in the commotion.

Of course nobody really noticed a level 21 tank moving through the crowd, and those who did were too pissed off at their teammates to care.

Greg went right into the center of the group and destroyed the green square with two bullets.

Everyone turned to him, shocked. He could tell every single one of them wished he was red team so they could blow his brains out. But there was nothing they could do except for shout at him as he moved away from the group, not listening.

Now it was time to go back to the area outside the arena. Greg was determined to learn everything he could about those yellow tanks. His friend had given him some helpful information earlier. These tanks are called "Arena Closers". They usually come to wipe players off the map at a server restart or when a game ends. They prevent players from joining the server when they come within a certain distance of the map, hence the name, and they are nearly impossible to escape. Anyone who has was eventually found and killed.

That was helpful information, but Greg refused to stop there. He believed these Arena Closers had to have a weakness of some sort, and he vowed not to give up until he found it.

In real life Greg took out his notepad with the bullet code inside. This time he only changed his entity type so that he still looked like a tank. This time he was only level 25(a few levels for the square) but he had the code for automatic level-up too. Soon he was a level 45 Overlord, but since he was a bullet his spawners were blue, like missile shooters. He looked like a quadruple-rocketeer missile.

Once again he started his journey through the vast gray field. Last time it took about 8 1/2 hours to reach the yellow area so he set a timer and reached for the ᴛᴜɴɢꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴜʙᴇ. But just as he was about to put the ᴛᴜɴɢꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴜʙᴇ on his arrow key, he saw what looked like another tank in the corner of his screen. Quickly he put the ᴛᴜɴɢꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴜʙᴇ away and tried to get the tank's attention.

"Hey! You over there! What brings you here?"

He was trying to be friendly, but the tank looked at him with hostility. They were a streamliner, their shooters blue just like Greg's.

"So you figured out the cheat code, huh?" They asked.

"Um, yes, if you mean to get past the barrier. I'm going to see the Arena Closers again to learn more about them." Greg said.

"Really? They close arenas, and you can't stop them. What else is there to learn? I just come out here to find a way past that yellow barrier. It's much quicker going this way, the closers' territory is about an hour from both vertical sides." Said the Streamliner.

"That's my overall goal too. But I think you're wrong about the Arena Closers. There has to be a way to stop them. And how would you get past the yellow barrier without getting murdered by them anyway? You'd have to address that problem at some point."

"Not necessarily. I've heard there's a way to become invisible in the Arena Closers' territory, for just enough time to cross the barrier and leave the area. But I don't know what it is. I think I've tried everything by now."

"Well, we could work together. Maybe we can come up with something you haven't tried."

"I suppose you're right. Well then, let's go." They set off, going right, and Greg put the ᴛᴜɴɢꜱᴛᴇɴ ᴄᴜʙᴇ on his arrow key once again.