BOOM.

Valor quickly struggled to her feet; bruised, sore and breathing heavily. Half of her wooden fort had just disintegrated against a fiery rocket that had missed her by one mat length.

It was the final circle. One player left. Just one. From the whole glitch out on spawn island that had disintegrated sixty three players all the way to this moment, she had survived. She had barely escaped with her life in an encounter in Tilted, when a final stage Calamity literally tried to shove her unicorn pickaxe up her ass. And before that, the group of T- posing defaults that had suddenly opened fire when she raised her arms for the iconic position, praying for a moment of united peace between all players. And before that- well, you get the idea.

The mini shield she had been trying to down slipped out of her shaking hand and shattered to blue dust three mats down.

"Shit... that was my last shield," she muttered, annoyed. "Tasted like actual Mountain Dew too, for once."

She took a shaky breath as she reached into her sack for bandages and hastily applied one. She peeked through a crack in the wall and gasped when she saw her final opponent.

"Dammit! John Wick! Why couldn't it have been a noob?" She shouted at the black suited man cartwheeling around with his rocket launcher. Even with her eagle eyed vision; and the overwhelming amount of not six, not ten, not fifteen, not eighteen, but TWO WHOLE kills under her iron belt; she still felt overwhelmed by her last opponent. Wick was definitely better than her, perhaps better than anyone in the game. His 400,000,000 meter snipe with just a gray pistol? Impressive beyond belief! Even more impressive was that the snipe hadn't even stopped. It was 400,000,000 and counting!

Back in the fort, Valor took a deep shaky breath. "This is it," she breathed.

She grabbed her blueprint sheet and pencil out of her sack and quickly edited the wall until a door appeared. She pushed it open and began to build across to Wick.

"C'mere, you candle wick!" Valor taunted, waving her blueprint. "Lemme show you who really shines! And I'm not talking in a candle type of way!"

The Wonder Woman-esque skin had spoke too soon, for she ran straight into a damage trap Wick had placed next to the cliff's edge. The giant, cold spikes pierced her unsuspecting skin and she shouted in pain.

"Fuck! I'm at four fucking health!" She screamed as she fell back, her pain glazed eyes fixed on her stats screen on her watch. She rolled into a bush and applied bandages to her wounds, grimacing.

A flurry of popping bullets announced the arrival of Wick. He had seen her. She jumped up and quickly built an ever growing 1v1. The ominous clacking of wood getting nearer and nearer signified the arrival of her enemy. He countered her builds, surrounding her with walls.

"Come out here, little princess," Wick cooed mockingly from a few mats above. "'Candle Wick' is going to flame your ass."

Valor gritted her teeth and grabbed a stink bomb. She chucked it at Wick's direction, pleased to hear several raunchy curse words as the toxic yellow has bubble enveloped him. The stink had not escaped her, however, and she had to leap out of her fort to escape the fat, stinky bubbles, risking a few health.

"I'M COMING FOR YOU, YOU BITCH!" Wick shouted as the gas faded.

Valor's stomach clenched when she heard the reload of of a minigun and more wood building. She built a roof and a pyramid above her head and jumped back under her fort. Lying on her back, she pulled out her gold suppressed SCAR and began to pelt the ex-hitman's ramps with bullets. A blinking grenade rolled over to her and she barely chucked it away. The blast of the bomb still stripped her of even more hit points.

"Shit! Fucking shit! I'm at forty nine health!" She yelped. She groped around for a mag in her sack and quickly reloaded her AR. Aiming, she fired at Wick's fort. She built up to him like lightning and soon the two were engaged in muzzle to muzzle fighting. Valor double shotgunned Wick but missed, Wick's minigun bullets fell a few inches short of their designated person. Valor dove behind a wall and reinforced it with metal. Wick pulled out his SCAR and began to pelt the wall. Suddenly, Valor edited it for a window sized hole. Before Wick knew it, she had snuck up and headshotted him for 197 hit points. He threw two grenades into her metal fort in a hurry as he grabbed his slurp, building two ramps up and a 1v1 to protect himself.

"Ah, three health," he mumbled, chugging the blue-green liquid. Strength and shield returned to his tired body as the slurp took effect.

KABOOM. BOOM.

"FUUUUUUUUUUCK!" Screamed Valor as the grenades exploded. "IM STILL ALIVE, HELL YEAH!"

"Your bitch ass is still alive? God damn! What in the hell!" Wick hissed. He grabbed his bolt action sniper and aimed it in her direction. Without warning, a crest blue wave encapsulated him.

"Shit! The storm!" He shouted. He grabbed his pencil and blueprint and edited a door to throw himself to the last Circle in a flurry of ramps.

By the time he got to the Circle, he was down to 23 health and 63 shield. Not to mention panting, wheezing, and eyes burning.

"Hey Wick!" Valor called. "O'er here!" She waved from where she sat on a turret platform a few tens of feet away.

"Fuck no! A goddamn turret!" The ex-hitman shouted. He built double brick ramps to block the turret's powerful blasts and leapt onto the Wonder Woman chick to end her.

He was confused when Valor suddenly flipped her wine colored hair, hopped off the turret, and ran straight into the storm.

"Crazy bitch!" He shouted. "I'm-"

Slock

Wick disintegrated into crest blue light as the bullet from his 400,000,000 meter, gray pistol snipe finished it's full island ricochet and landed right back where it had been shot at the edge of Tilted. In this case, right into Wick's head.

"FUCKING TRICKSHOTS! I SHOULD HAVE STAYED WITH PLAYING 2K!" Wick screamed as he was sent back to the in game lobby.

Valor crept out of the Storm and managed a prideful smile at the sky, which was emblazoned with the #1 Victory Royale banner.