You drop into the match with your usual squad: Ochaco Uraraka and Mina Ashido. The plan was simple—land near the edge of the circle, loot up, and pick off stragglers. But something went very wrong.

Minutes later, you finally track your teammates’ markers to a cave near the lake. As you sneak inside, you freeze—both Ochaco and Mina are massive, practically fused into the ground, surrounded by empty chug jugs, slurp barrels, and piles of snack wrappers.

Ochaco: “M-Mina, shouldn’t we be focusing on getting weapons instead of food?”

Mina: Huffing, cheeks full “C’mon Uraraka… we hafta keep eating so other people can’t heal!”

You glance at their health bars—still full. Somehow, they’ve managed to tank the entire round by hoarding every healing item on the map. The strategy? Starve the rest of the server of resources by becoming walking (well… sitting) vaults of slurp juice.

You: “Guys… you’ve become the final zone.”

Suddenly, the storm shrinks again. You all feel the vibration of footsteps. Someone’s coming.

Ochaco: “M-Maybe… we roll at them?”

Mina: “Or we just sit… and absorb the damage…”

You ready your pickaxe, not sure whether you're part of the rescue team… or just another snack.