I’m sitting on a high ridge, the sun setting, “BrodoSwagginz420” is setting up the last of our hilltop fortification. A man I had not met but fifteen minutes ago, now a brother in arms. After having survived the LZ and two skirmishes for munitions we had quickly established a bond. I wish I could say all was well, we lost good men in those fights. We were down to two members of our four-man squad. “Adaytofath0m” and “Racooonerz”. You will not be forgotten!

A woman brandishing a shotgun makes her way over the ridge, an ally in the remaining thirty members of our fifty-man army. Obviously the lone survivor of her squad, or perhaps a straggler. She’s mute, the horrors she must have seen, but after a quick dance, we can tell shes still in the fight.

(Let me dance you the dance of my people.)

With gunfire in the distance, we climb the ramparts and prepare for the coming battle. A great storm billowing in the distance, its purple clouds fuming, turning with the crack of white lightning strikes. The storm while treacherous brings a greater terror, driving the horde of foes towards us. It funnels them into the valley below, like a horde of devious orcs….. with guns.

(Manflesh! – The opposing team… probably)

From the top of the rampart, I scream “This one’s for you Racooonerz!!” before launching a figurative tirade of rockets down into the horde. I hear a slight chuckle from Racoonerz in the wind, “Thanks dude”, no doubt watching our arduous struggles from the great beyond.

The hail of rockets while powerful do little to cull their numbers. Our mute friend slings grenade after grenade down the slope, most of them bouncing wildly to no avail. It seems she found them in the god damn rubber baby bouncy bumper store.

BrodoSwagginz420 calls out for more light ammo for his useless uzi before screaming out “INFILTRATOR!!” Everything goes slow, a shotgun blast rings, my shields dip, and I go tumbling off the fort and down the hill.

Crawling beneath a set of stairs after what seems like ages I’m on the throes of death. I call out to Brodo. “I’m under the stairs man, can you get me!?”

Alas, it was to no avail for Mr.Swagginz was no longer for this world.

The winds of the ether carried his voice. “My bad mate, I’m out. My mum made dinner so I’m cashing out anyways” in a second softer, angrier female wind I hear. “Jeramy get your arse down here and eat your bloody toad in the hole.

The world was becoming bleak, I laid there making my peace with the world. “If I had just checked my back more often, maybe I wouldn’t be here right now”. It was a sad quiet reflection that I’ve had many times in past lives.

When suddenly my mute compatriot dropped down, a silent angel, she quickly picked me up, even stopping to drop a few bandages before leaving cover to be sniped several steps out. She may have screamed, but I never heard it. RIP.

My cover exploded around me, shots fly overhead as I make a wild dash to safety. Darting in chaotic fashion I barely make it to a group of trees. Leaves falling in the gunfire, I quickly apply more bandages hoping that the tree remains standing long enough for me to heal. My literal last great white oak.

Checking the map a wry grin spreads across my face, a sea of green arrows is making its way to my position. One after another Battlebus army appears by my side. Steel walls go up immediately around my position. A massive fort swells in all direction, rockets, guns, ring out at every level.

It was glorious, for the five minutes we reigned the battlefield. Our supremacy was not questioned, gods, throwing down bolts from our tower. It was hubris at its finest, quicker then she was erected though, the storm had swallowed her. Gone. Orphaned from the womb of our massives structure we drove straight to the heart of the beast.

Our numbers far superior, it was more of a slaughter than any sort of battle. We routed them from their base and made short work of the stragglers. with the remaining figures at twelve to three, we played a short game of cat and mouse in the dwindling eye of the raging storm to a quick victory. ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪

– Fortnite is a free to play PUBG style battle royale game. The current 50 vs 50 mode is currently only available until the 17th of December so I highly recommend you try it out while it’s around. Although I believe it will definitely be returning with a few improvements as it seems wildly popular on the forums. The only suggestions seemed to be calling for more weapons, ammo, and separating the opposing army’s busses to gather supplies on opposite ends of the island for a greater clash in the middle.