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Carla stared at the screen. Then at Pete. Then back at the screen.

And Pete, in a moment of flailing, accidentally pressed the "lean" button while jumping. His character folded backward like a piece of cardboard in a hurricane. The bullet whizzed past his digital nose. rooftop snipers gitlab io

Carla squinted. "Where…?"

The sun over the pixelated city was a harsh, bloated orb of neon orange. On the roof of the "Highground Hotel," two figures stood exactly ten paces apart. They weren't soldiers. They weren't cops. They were just two people who’d argued over the last can of SPAM three hours ago, and the debate had escalated. Carla stared at the screen