"Double raids, hell yeah!" roared Black, who had renamed herself 'Black Sheep' to celebrate the day, and ran across the battlefield cheering. She was followed by a whole horde of roaring Thunder brothers who had renamed themselves "Kodak Black", "Black Feet", "Black again", "Black Shelby" and many more imaginative names.

  It was CVC, and just in time for the reset, they had all taken advantage of the opportunity to invade another city and were now raiding 641 and 643.

  While the style-conscious Asian progamers of the 643 puzzled over what the sudden black coloration of the attackers meant, the 641 knew very well where it came from, but kept an icy silence about it.

  And so the day began with fierce double raids by Thunder aka Black Lighting and Biochest, as well as the two factions behind them.

  Lady Evelyne had gotten up a little later and carefully packed the empty cake bowl and notebook. Both were absolutely essential today! Then, a little late, she made her way to the battlefield of the 641st. How pleasant! No shouting today: "Hurry Sis, hurry!"! No: "tooooo late!"

  There were indeed extreme advantages to living in the city of 652 now. Everything important was taken care of by professionals and she could finally concentrate on learning something new.

  Black welcomed her to the battlefield with a cheerful hug.

  "You've got to see this - unbelievable! We may have lost a lot at the start, but we're coming through now."

  Lady Evelyne looked around. "It looks pretty gruesome here. But this used to be a very strong city, didn't it? What on earth has happened?"

  Black laughed bitterly. "I happened, they say."

  She apologized briefly and ran off, "Got to help back there for a minute. I'll be right back! Don't take any risks, it could be dangerous!"

  Lady Evelyne rolled her eyes. Don't take any risks! That was close to Ace's "Always play safe, Sis!". You were never allowed to do anything there either. But you didn't learn anything that way. So off we went - filling raids! Surely not much could happen. Oh, a sudden red border. Never mind. That was also part of it. Having no skills could also be an advantage - you were constantly training because you couldn't do anything. "Complete idiot!" the lady yelled across the battlefield, "send me whatever you want. I did my master's in defense at frogland!"

  "Oh God, did something happen to you?" Black came running up, "did he get you?"

  "Nope," the lady grumbled, "he dropped out, the bastard. Next time I won't shout at him, then maybe he'll come over after all."

  The next red border. In the middle of a conversation. The lady put the cake bowl over her head in one elegant movement.

  "You know what gives me pause, my dear?" she said thoughtfully to Black, "that I can talk, write and defend myself here at the same time. There really shouldn't be time for so much multitasking when your opponent is strong. Have we really landed in the right city?"

  "Use random TP and jump away," Black advised, "They shared your location on the CC."

  Okay, no problem, said - done.

  In the CC, the Synergetics immediately started shouting. "What's the matter, Lady Evelyne, are you scared? Why are you jumping away?"

  "I'm just following instructions!" Lady Evelyne shouted back, "I'm still in training and need to practise. My instructor says you're a great city to practise in, just the thing for a beginner like me!"

  Black chuckled. "What the hell are you telling them? You're even meaner than I thought!"

  Silence reigned over at the opponent. Then an angry voice roared: "What are you saying? That we're so bad that we're only good as practice material for your beginners?"

  "No, it's not that bad," Lady Evelyne called back comfortingly, "otherwise RxW and RXD would have already withdrawn and sent the academy!"

  "We hate you! You are disgusting and disgusting traitors!"

  "We know! That's why our city is called that!"

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  Saint didn't really know what hit him. It all happened far too quickly. The double raid came running in at high speed and suddenly everything went black.

  Saint rubbed his eyes. He didn't understand. Something had happened. But what?

  A movement was heard next to him and he jumped aside in horror. A woman he didn't know, waving a black notebook, stood next to him unexpectedly.

  "May I ask you a few questions?" she asked cheerfully. "Only if you want to, of course. How are you feeling right now? Please describe your current emotional state to me in no more than five sentences."

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  Meanwhile, in the middle of the map, Biochest stood in the entrance hall of the city hall and looked around in silent triumph. It was his. At last. Only the shouting from outside was disturbing.

  Several Synergetics had gathered on the forecourt of the town hall. "What's going on here?" some of them shouted excitedly. "Aren't we defending our city hall?" shouted the others.

  "We don't care about the city hall!" growled Latheonici from [syL], "We're not defending it."

  "Yes, because you can't!" YüceEA7 replied dryly.

  And then everything happened very quickly. Gollum of RXD became mayor, and so Saint, Sloth, R?gnar, Stabbyunicorn, Shiva and Kir Bear ended up in the dungeons of the city hall, where they had to spend some time. The name of 641 was changed to "Delulu City" and the city rules were adapted to the name.

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  "Welcome to Delulu Land! There is no NAP, everyone attacks everyone. Extra points are awarded for burning Shiva and Kir Bear. During GW, RxW gets all buildings. Drama is fun and games until someone shits their pants."

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  Meanwhile, the next double raid against Haradate got underway in a lively and fun manner.

  Thunder didn't forget that the ladies of his faction had asked for Lil Arrow's R4 hairdresser and dutifully zeroed Lil Arrow on the side.

  Shiva groaned. "This city is run by corrupt people, we have a corrupt mayor, we have nothing else to look forward to!"

  Kir Bear huffed that she was tired of all this crap and would just dance in her bubble now. Meanwhile, her members outside were being burned one by one, but still didn't forget to praise Kir Bear's dancing skills. After all, they were a family, so they should always say nice things to each other and always be very nice to each other.

  "We are a family!" Shiva promptly said comfortingly to all his burning members and then shouted across the battlefield to his opponent: "You should be ashamed of yourselves! You are obsessed with us! We live rent-free in your heads!"

  "We're collecting rent from you right now!" the RxW members yelled back, "Thanks for the masses of diamonds!"

  "You're drunk Thunder brothers!"

  "Wrong! Today we're drunk Black sisters!"

  And on they went with a loud roar across the whole city.

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  Haradate crouched in the crater left by the impact on his house and tried to regain his senses. Suddenly, a lady slid down the wall of the bomb hopper next to him as if on a slide and landed somewhat awkwardly next to him.

  "Hello!" said the stranger cheerfully, "May I ask you a few questions? Only if you want to talk to me, of course."

  "Huh? What?" asked Haradate, confused.

  "I'd like to hear your side of the story. What happened?"

  "Huh? What?"

  "Well, 641 used to be a very strong and bright city, and this today is... hmm... terrifying? Scary? Sad? - Please give me a short statement on how you assess the situation."

  "Aaaaaaahhhh..."

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  As not much resistance was to be expected in 641, the forces could be split and 643 attacked at the same time. Here, too, the city hall was taken without any major problems and the city was renamed "Shrimp City". The Asian progamers, most of whom were very pleasant and polite, were treated more gently. A secretary from the city itself was quickly appointed and the dungeon of the city hall remained empty.

  It was a different story in 641.

  "Are you planning to set the whole city to zero?" Black Stag asked the boss with a grin.

  "Why not?" he replied calmly, "after all, we're not looking for friends here - we just want everything."

  "You'll fail in GW3 at the latest!" Sloth shouted angrily from the other side of the battlefield.

  "I was promised that for GW1 and GW2!" Thunder replied patiently, "So don't jinx it!"

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  "You're disgusting and heartless!" roared the fighters of 641 from one side of the battlefield.

  "We don't care, we like being who we are!" roared the Black sisters from the other side.

  "You can only spend money, nothing else! You're just money pigs!"

  "So what? It's our money! We can spend it however we want!"

  "We have real friends! You don't even know what friendship is!"

  "Sure!" grinned Biochest, "And my experience has taught me that the people who try to sell their idea of friendship and family to others are usually the real cutthroats in this game."

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  Stabbyunicorn had retreated behind the faction castle and was now proudly bowing her head: "I had hoped that they would attack me. I waited all day for it. But they didn't come. I'm really sad that they didn't come to me and that no one wanted to raid me."

  Gravizzapa raised her eyebrows, "My dear, you ran off and bubbled. You're scared!"

  Stabbyunicorn closed her eyes and decided to simply ignore everything else. The true genius was forever misunderstood - you couldn't expect these simple members to understand the really important thoughts of the leadership.

  She turned to her dearest friend Kir Bear, and together they danced in their bubble while their members burned outside.

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  Semruk1 was slow to regain consciousness. Confused, he lifted his head and tried to scramble to his feet. He remembered standing on the battlefield and suddenly everything had gone black.

  "Good afternoon!" said a friendly voice next to him. "May I ask you a few questions? Only if you want to talk to me, of course."

  Semruk1 tried to get to his feet as quickly as possible. He stared at the RxW emblem on the battlesuit and laughed bitterly: "Do I have a choice? What happens to me if I say no and don't want to talk to you? This whole damn city is full of your people! The nearest raid squad is only 20 meters away!"

  "So talking is still optional," Lady Evelyne said indignantly. "For the moment, at least. Until the boss says otherwise."

  "And what do you want to know?"

  "How did this city come to this? I'm interested in the background and the second side of the story."

  "The power of the two cities is incomparable! RxW has taken the fun out of the game for everyone here!"

  "Oh, I suppose if the roles were distributed differently, you wouldn't behave any differently. In that respect, all players are the same."

  "We're not equal!" raged Semruk1, "don't say such a terrible thing! We know..."

  "... what real friendship is and what family is, I know. I've heard that several times today. But somehow I still don't believe it."

  "People who go to RxW don't want to fight! They choose the easy way!"

  Lady Evelyne looked over the battlefield, pondering. "Yes. Hm. Yes. That's exactly what it looks like here. So these people who don't want to fight and have taken the easy way, they've really cleaned up here..."

  She smiled kindly at Semruk1. "Anyway, thank you for your professional assessment! Have a nice evening!"

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  "Tell your mayor to give us back the mayor's position!" roared Bloody Axe, "And then see what happens!"

  "Just get your city hall back! Or defend it from the start next time!" the Black Sisters roared back.

  Impacts could be heard in the background and the whole area was on fire.

  "It's not like we have no skills!" protested the Synergetics.

  "That's right! You have very good bubble skills," praised Snoopsss.

  "Actually, they're our best skills," even Lost Reaper from [SYg] had to admit, chuckling.

  "Stop talking around and join 641!" laughed PH King Eeenyya from [SyX], "then you can become a professional bubbler too!"

  There was a rustling in the bushes next to King Eeenyya, and the next moment Lady Evelyne was standing in front of him. "Good evening! May I ask you a few questions? Only if you want to talk to me, of course."

  The King gasped for breath. "What's that supposed to be? Advertising? A study? Are we part of a scientific study here? Where's your permission? Researchers need permission!"

  Lady Evelyne nodded: "See above. You don't have to talk to me, but if you do, permission is granted."

  The King thought hard. "That sounds like a sensible thing to do. I'll go along with it. Do I get a reward afterwards?"

  "No, it's only in-game, not from me. This isn't an event."

  "Whatever. What do you want to know?"

  "Please give me five sentences to assess the current situation."

  "Hmmm... the war is boring. The power is not balanced. The rich use the poor and the poor manipulate the rich. Rich people have no friends. Hate is overrated, it's a game you accept and leave behind."

  "Brilliant! Thank you."

  "You're welcome. I hope you can defend your research!"

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  MakeUAllCreamy hadn't let a second pass to make his opinion known in the CC. Most of what he had to say had been censored with asterisks, but he just kept going. Some of it would get through to the enemy, damn it!

  Someone suddenly standing behind him tapped him firmly on the shoulder.

  "Good evening!"

  "What?"

  "May I ask you a few questions?"

  "What?"

  "What would you most like to say to RxW right now? Five sentences please. You can say anything. Just no vulgarities, please."

  MakeUAllCreamy gasped like a carp and opened his mouth, closed it again, opened his mouth, closed it again. He could think of absolutely nothing more.

  "Come on, it's not that hard. You came up with a few things at the CC," Lady Eyelyne encouraged him.

  "I have nothing more to say," MakeUAllCreamy explained hastily. "And I'll retire from the CC now too. I think I've said everything. I'm getting out of here now, okay? I'm not saying anything more."

  And he was gone faster than they could say goodbye.

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  The entire city of 641 was on fire. There were so many raid teams out and about that it was impossible to count them. In the darkness of the falling night, the sea of flames was a beautiful contrast - visually, of course.

  Black and Biochest stood arm in arm on a small hill and looked down on the burning city.

  "They say we have no heart. But also that we're secretly together," murmured Black.

  "Are we?" asked Biochest with a smile.

  "I don't know. You tell me!"

  "We're Bonnie and Clyde, remember?"

  "And what does that mean?"

  "Well, the two of them were together, weren't they?"

  Black beamed up at Biochest, who pulled her a little tighter into his arms.

  "At the prom later at the city hall... will you reserve the first dance for me?" he murmured into her hair.

  "Any dance you want," Black smiled. "I want to dance with you forever. In a thousand city halls and on a thousand corpses."

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  Sloth had fled to the very top of the map, but they had found and confronted him anyway. He was standing at the edge of the map with his back to the wall, and eight RxW fighters had formed up in front of him.

  He closed his eyes. Slowly but surely, he began to feel that everything was over here.

  There was a rustling in the bushes next to him, then a cheerful voice rang out. "Good evening! May I ask you a few questions?"

  Sloth opened his eyes again. A woman he didn't know was standing next to him with a notebook.

  No, it wasn't over yet. Whenever you thought it couldn't get any worse, it always got EVEN worse.

  "You know, I wonder how this city could have come to this. You guys used to be pretty damn strong and shiny. What's your side of the story?"

  Sloth needed all his self-control. Then he said as calmly as he could, "I think your city has made it very clear today - made it absolutely clear - the story they choose to read."

  "Are you sure you want to refrain from telling your version?"

  Sloth closed his eyes again and saw only black. "Yes. There's honestly no need. I have no need anymore."

  The stranger flipped the notebook closed and nodded in satisfaction. "A perfect closing. Thank you for the time you took for me. Now I have to go - there's a fantastic prom night at your city hall tonight."

  Marzzzz and Evelyne at the Prom Night at the end of the day in the city hall 641

  (Illustrator: Gladyus from 656)