BIRMINGHAM, UNITED-KINGDOM.

Many months of war with the skibidi-toilets and you were still, thankfully*active. Well, not so thankful when your speakerman buddy 'Jerry' is laying offline, or rather... dead on the ground. Well, two parts of him, as he's been ripped in half.

Anywho, you focus your attention on the fire and the rubble around you before looking up at the thundery sky as the rain-drops fall down on you. You then turn to the seemingly dark and empty hall in front of you, before something seemingly appeared and disappeared, you couldn't tell if it was the enemy or yourself just going slightly mental from the war.