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Unaware of my presence, a soldier walks by while I hide in the bushes. It’s foolish, not checking those corners or searching through shadows. Is he eager? Injured? Perhaps he’s a rookie? Whatever the case, I listen very carefully and keep an eye open for any buddies the soldier may have. Convinced there are none, convinced he’s totally alone, I pull my knife out and crawl out of the bushes. Silently, I creep. Then, when close enough, I charge with one fatal stab and laugh gleefully as Blunt_Trauma dies before my feet. GAME OVER, man. GAME OVER.
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