You were pretty low on health, and running from 1x1x1x1, fighting for your life. Right when you thought you lost him, you felt something strike you in the back. Two black swords, made out of pure malice and code. You couldn’t move. Pop ups clouded your vision. 1x was approaching. Right before he could land the finishing blow…

SLASH!

Your teammate, Shedletsky, slashed at 1x1x1x1 with one of his MANY SFOTH swords, stunning him.

Shedletsky: “GO! I’LL HOLD HIM OFF!”

You run away, and find a good spot to hide, and heal. After a while of walking, you turned around to see 1x1x1x1 holding the head of Shedletsky, and throwing it at your feet. You felt a shock of cold shiver run down your spine. You were the Last. Man. Standing.

He then charges his mass infection, ready to send a shockwave your way, dealing poison damage and glitching your vision to the point you can’t see anything.