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We met again in the Bayou during a random team-up and spawned at Catfish Grove. I headed north to Reynard Mill and Lumber, where I encountered a team. I downed one after spotting him through a window. I then pushed in, leading to a heated exchange where I downed the other two.
A duo pushed, and I downed them, but one stood up, and we traded. Turns out, they were a trio, with the third waiting outside with Necro. I called out the third player's position to fatboy slim as I went down.
Spectating, I saw him still at Catfish Grove, hiding in a bush with his Mosin. I had forgotten the lessons he'd taught me. Had I stuck with him, I’d have survived. He then used a beetle for aerial reconnaissance and extracted after 17 minutes, while I was already dead. GG, fatboy slim! I sent you a friend request!