The light shone brightly in Heavy's face as he stood in a dark room. As he was wondering what was going to happen, he was welcomed by a most welcome sight. "Ah! Sandvich!" As Heavy went over to pick it up, a shield quickly went over it. "Wait!" The Gamer appeared on a hovering platform. "You can have the Sandvich now, but look at what it will cost you!" The Gamer lit up another part of the room, showing a sight that filled Heavy with horror.
"SASHA!" Heavy's beloved minigun was suspended over a vat of acid, held by a single piece of rope. A rope that was connected to a device wired to the place the Sandvich was. "Do not fret. There is a way to save her, and that is your challenge." Fists clenched, Heavy slowly turned to The Gamer. "What must Heavy do?"
"Simple. When the match starts, a barrier will start to form over the acid. The process will take 1 hour. But if it senses any impact before it's complete, it will dissipate. So if Sasha is dropped before the hour is up, she is done for. And only one thing will make her drop. Taking that tantalizing, mouth-watering Sandvich, made with only the freshest and best ingredients."
Heavy understood perfectly what he had to do. He also understood that The Gamer was a horrible person, both with the conditions and tempting his palate. But he had to be strong, for Sasha, and for himself. Especially when the shield around the Sandvich was lifted, signaling the start of the challenge.
Heavy did not move. One single bit. He just sat down facing Sasha, watching the barrier slowly close over what would claim her. The Gamer, however, pulled out a book, because he knew that this was going to take a while. But he had to admit he was impressed with Heavy's self-control. So much that his mischief got the better of him when it was 15 minutes left.
Pushing a button on his control panel, The Gamer had a fan pop up next to the Sandvich, blowing its aroma towards Heavy. The Gamer was sure it was going to make him crack, and Heavy was twitching like crazy. But then Heavy did something that took The Gamer entirely by surprise.
He punched himself in the face, breaking his own nose. "Dere. Now Heaby will not be tembed by Sandvich." The Gamer was undeniably impressed by Heavy's resolve, a resolve that let him stay firm for the rest of the challenge. "Congratulations. You have saved Sasha and earned your Sandvich." The Gamer knew Heavy would be too busy eating to hear anything, so he sent him back, also fixing his nose in the process. "If all the others show that much spirit, then this game will be a breeze!"