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The fire crackles and roars within the battlefield. Smoke and sand blur together as the crossfires from both sides continues. Sounds of gunfire and explosions fills the air.
The Large Cameraman keeps firing his rocket launchers at his enemies. He raises the two of his only weapons and aims at the flying skibidi, ready to aim at his comrades. He keeps going despite seeing some of his companions killed midway in battle.
He wants to mourn for them but he decides to use his anger. After all, it is much practical to let his own rage course through him as he continues to fight. Better to be bitter than to be bereft. It’s for the best and the greater cause.
The battle still rages on. And he has to keep going.
The Large Cameraman notices all his fellow allies punching and hacking their way forward with rage. He is confused as to where they’re going. His lens zoom out to see the end of the horizon.
Two Cameramen, two Speakermen, and two Large Cameramen are making their way towards the warehouse. He sees the Large Tvman at the end of it.
He understands now.
BOOM!
He peers over to his shoulder and notices the mutants coming towards them. A new wave ready to attack them.
Not on my watch!
The Large Cameraman turns around and reloads his weapons. He has to buy them time. He notices the Elite Alliance members coming down and saving some of them. He holds his cannons and aims at the enemies, making sure none of his allies were hit within the vicinity.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Large Cameraman stands his ground as he blasts his enemies. He does not stop until his friends are inside the warehouse. He will not stop! He lets his rage out as he bombards his enemies with explosion. Until..
Click!
The ammo's run out. The Large Cameraman lets out a grunt of frustration as the explosions rages on. He turns around and sees his friends at the warehouse.
He sees his comrades waiting for him on the other side.
Come on! Hurry!
Without a second thought, he drops his weapons and ran. The crunching of sand and concrete slowly dies out as he dashed into an open field filled with smoke. He’s almost there! Just a little more.
He sees his comrades waiting for him on the other side.
The two Large Cameramen's arms reach out to him. The two Speakermen urges him frantically to go faster. One of the Cameramen waved at him to hurry. The Large Tvman looks on to him with expectation.
The Large Cameraman runs and runs. He lets out a cry as he runs for his dear life towards the end of the road. He has to make it. He's almost close to his companions. He holds on to the only thing that kept him going. His allies.
He's close!
The Large Cameraman is a few steps away to his—
As his head was sawed off, he sees his friends looking at him in shock and horror.
No. No! NO!
The last thing the Large Cameraman sees is his comrades waiting for him on the other side.