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R.I.P
Later on, he led his fellow CPs to their victory, pushing them onward to take out the rebel force which now controlled 90% of the server. Propaganda was made against him, his forces were ambushed on all fronts. Eventually... they all fell except for him.
He stood up seeing his men dead all around him... surrounded by the enemy. It was over, he sighed and let out his final breath.. "They should've buffed caustic..." accepting his fate. A man approached him, aiming towards SpinE, before a loud bang echoed throughout the battlefield.
The warrior fell to the floor and the clouds cried, unleashing their tears (rain) all over the ground. His battle of his sanity was finally over after all this time. He was now at peace.