Description

Not a single battler of ether RED or BLU team would have believed that everything taking place on Dustbowl was being watched keenly and closely by His Majesty Occurrence; that as they faught, the Occurrence was looking for a possibility, thoroughly seeking a backdoor to penetrate the tissue of reality. With infinite complacency teams ran to and fro over the Dustbowl, spilling blood, serene in the soundness of their tiny digital world. No one gave a thought to the existence of other scripts nearby, just alongside, or thought of them only to dismiss the idea of their execution as impossible or improbable. Yet through the thin curtain of pixel shaders, other, unimaginable beings, regarded the moving as in a dream. Right upon the start of a new round one has unintentionally stepped across this unseen edge.