- InflamedA
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And Arthur began to play; a smile broke over his ecstatic face; he took aim, slowly at first, the rythmic beat of the game picked up, he strafed hard, his fingers jumped, the terminating stroke of the DMR hit its mark, the beat began to rock. He began to sweat. The controller held in concentrated motion, the player hunched and socked it in, faster and faster. Arthur played his game; opposition rolled and fell. Overkill, you'd think he wouldn't have time to line them up. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
Looks Great , Better than my maps.