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"Who did that?" a noob asked, looking up at the empty rooftop.

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It was Christmas Eve, and the server was glowing with neon Santa hats and low-poly tinsel. While most players were gathered at the fountain for a "peaceful" gift exchange, Kael sat perched on the roof of the Gun Shop, his avatar’s breath visible in short, white pixels. "Who did that?" a noob asked