Lil Arrow was giggling like crazy. Today was his day, or rather, his night. Finally, he would get his revenge for all the humiliation, all the laughter and all the stupid jokes at his expense. He would show these clowns today!


    He had swapped his golden cloak for a black one so as not to be seen and had even done without his beloved powdered wig. He crept quietly through the night in his faction area. These ruthless tyrants had placed their towers everywhere just to annoy him and regularly called out to him from these towers, asking if he was now ready to exchange funny anecdotes. No, he still didn''t want to exchange funny anecdotes! Why didn''t anyone in this cursed bracket take into account that he wasn''t a gobshite like all the others? He had never experienced such a perverted bracket before, and he had already played a few worlds. But today he would prove to everyone that he could do more than powder his face and faint.


    Quietly, silently and secretly, he unpacked his material. And then Lil Arrow began to build a tower.


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    The morning of the massacre day on the 656 started like any other massacre day before: with fire.


    Lady Evelyne had already carefully prepared a cake bowl the day before, but she had had to cut holes in it so that the horns would fit through. The horns that she had grown during GW for some unknown reason irritated her. She had no idea where they came from. But now they were there, she had to deal with them. Consequently, every cake bowl and every hat now needed two holes in the right place.


    “I hope Marzzzz doesn''t put Molotov cocktails in these gaps in the bowl,” moaned the lady at JH2000, ”it''s not quite ideal. I preferred a continuous bowl.”


    “Why did you get horns anyway?” wondered JH2000.


    “Don''t ask me that! I don''t know. Thunder says I''m the devil and just haven''t realized it yet. The neighbors are always so charming, really. And now they''ve set fire to everything again!”


    Lady Evelyne fixed the cake bowl as firmly as possible on her head. Others were less fortunate: their bowls fell off at the most impossible times, got lost or were never put on at all.


    And so several houses burned in the faction area.


    Because of all the fires, it took a long time to realize that something had changed in the situation high in the north. Something undetectable and unprecedented.


    “They''ve got our building!”


    “What?”


    “Phx cut us off, and some mini-clan of theirs has our building!”


    Everyone ran to the window and grabbed their binoculars. Sure enough, in a place where no one had stood before, there was now a tower. A fat tower. And from the top of the tower, a triumphant Lil Arrow waved down earnestly and measuredly.


    “This can''t be true! He''s built a tower and cut us off from the building!”


    “That he''s still alive at all!” JH2000 wondered, ”he''s never done anything all this time!”


    “The fact that he''s still alive is probably our fault. We should have killed him straight away!” Shqiperi was angry, ”Boss, do you need me? I''ll take off this damn bubble and get rid of this guy!”


    “Leave it!” advised the others, ”This looks like a damn trap. They''re just waiting for us to take off the bubbles and raid him. And then the 652 will be standing in the doorway.”


    Ghost grabbed his gear and set off. “Leave him to me. It''ll be done in a minute. Stay under the bubble.”


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    Lucky Man really was a happy man today. It went wonderfully. He was all alone at the front of the 656, and several members had no bubble. He enthusiastically began to scout everything out, and his good mood immediately sank: the houses were all empty. Except for one. He was about to launch the attack when he noticed troop movements. Someone from outside was replacing the troops! He broke off the attack as quickly as possible and scouted again. Sure enough, there were now other troops in the hut! As quickly as possible, he put together a new attack with the right types of troops and sent it off. There! Troop movements again! He broke off again and cursed. This was no fun at all! The problem was certainly that he was all alone here. A little comradely support should help. It also made him feel much safer. When he called for help, DmenAce rushed over and was kind enough to reinforce him. But now! He scouted again. Damn! Someone had switched the troops in this damned hut again! Enraged, he set fire to two of the 656''s clan towers. There! Let them see how they got on with it!


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    Suddenly a red border popped up. Help! Someone was raiding him! He looked fearfully and hastily. Genny, that bitch, had started a raid on him! What to do... quickly now... in panic he released all the captured underbosses and jumped away. Let''s get out of here, quickly to safety! What a frustrating front!


    “You see!” Lady Evelyne said triumphantly to her Drill Instructor Ace, setting down the binoculars, ”there are some people who are EVEN SLOWER and EVEN WORSE than me. I just wanted to say it.”


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    On another front, Poison Ivy was fighting to be fought. With enticing shouts, she tried to get Slow Pain''s attention.


    “Yoo-hoo, Slow Pain! Please come to me! I''d love to fight you! After all those posts in the SC, you''ve absolutely earned it!”


    Slow Pain ducked behind the protective wall of his 649 clan castle and didn''t make a sound. He wasn''t a suicide and didn''t see any point in putting himself in danger unnecessarily. But now it was definitely time for his secret weapon. He quietly bent down and reached for the collar of the little Chihuahua called Poison Ivy. With a flick of his wrist, he released the leash and set the animal free. “Catch her!”


    The chihuahua, trained to fight, didn''t need to be told twice. Quick as lightning and so tiny that it was overlooked by everyone, it chased across the battlefield towards its target.


    Poison Ivy, meanwhile, had turned away in disappointment. No chance of Slow Pain coming out of his cover. Too bad, she had been so looking forward to MD and to smashing his face!


    She briefly felt a poke on her bottom and turned around in surprise. There was nothing behind her. Strange. Well, she was probably wrong. Relaxed, she made her way back to her own clan castle.


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    In the north, the 656 had quickly clarified the unclear situation with PHx. The building was back in safe hands, the connection to the faction territory had been re-established and Lil Arrow''s tower had been rendered harmless.


    Lil Arrow was not amused, but as his faction colleagues exerted considerable pressure to avoid a major conflict with the 656, he signaled his willingness to negotiate and announced his visit to the clan castle of the 656.


    Uproar broke out there over the preparations.


    “A state visit! On the MD! As if anyone here has time for that!” grumbled MaKeDon. “What are we offering the guest? Has anyone done the shopping?”


    “There''s always cake in the house,” Impel consoled, ”and I can make mincemeat with bread. We''ll dress it up nicely and Lil Arrow will be taken care of.”


    “I could make mincemeat out of Lil Arrow too,” growled Shqiperi, ”how about that? For that fucking tower build last night?”


    “Behave yourselves, guys,” Lady Evelyne admonished, “it''s a state visit after all. Do we have a red carpet or something?”


    “I don''t know, I don''t think so, we''ve never needed anything like that before. It''s all a bit rustic and tomboyish here anyway...”


    MaKeDon waved his hand in the air: “I''ve got it, we can ask at the 652! Lil Arrow recently paid a state visit to them too. Maybe they have a red carpet?”


    “Good idea!”


    Everyone ran to the window.


    “Hoo-hoo, 652! Do you have a red carpet you can borrow us?”


    “Huh?”


    “A red carpet!”


    “Nope, we don''t have one! And if we had one, we wouldn''t borrow it to you!” came the angry reply. “Because we don''t like you and you have no skills!”


    “Idiots!” growled JH2000, ”You can''t expect anything else from them.”


    Over on the 652, however, there was eager whispering, and suddenly a loud voice spoke up: “Maybe we do have a red carpet!”


    The girls on the 656 looked at each other, puzzled.


    JH2000 stepped to the window.


    “Can we borrow your carpet for a state visit?”


    “You''ll have to get it yourselves!” came the hopeful voice of a Thunder brother, “We won''t give it to you voluntarily! Come and get it by force!”


    Now the hope was unmistakable.


    “Dream on!” JH2000 yelled back, ”We decided long ago to let you die of boredom!”


    “Please!” whined the next door, ”There are only a few of us here and the carpet is right in the anteroom next to the front door. You can get it very quickly, but please attack us at least once so that there''s a bit of action! We''re all alone here in the middle!”


    The voice became begging.


    “No! And it''s your own fault!” roared JH2000 and slammed the window shut.


    “Applied sadism. I learned it here,” she explained to the other girls with a smile. “Let''s see if I grow horns from it too.”


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    Poison Ivy had now arrived home and was just about to drop into an armchair in the entrance hall when several lads shouted “Stop!” and waved their arms. She stopped in surprise. “What is it, guys?”


    “There''s something on your butt!” informed Kodaxx her, who had stepped up behind her.


    “What?” Ivy contorted herself and tried to look back over her shoulder, but had no chance because of her long red hair and the green ivy vines she''d woven into it for decoration.


    “Careful! Hold still or you''ll hurt it. It bit into your butt... but the pants from the battlesuit are too tight for its little teeth. Nothing got through.”


    “What the hell are you talking about!” cursed Ivy.


    Kodaxx had bent down and was fiddling with Ivy.


    “Oh, you''re a sweetie, you''re a real sweetie!” he whispered tenderly.


    Ivy snorted indignantly. “Are you talking about my ass, you pervert, or what? - I know I have a sweet ass, but keep your hands off it!”


    “Got it already!” Kodaxx straightened up, the little Chihuahua in his arms. “Look, there''s a name tag on its collar - it''s called just like you!”


    “That must be one of Slow Pains battle chihuahuas!” exclaimed Poison Ivy in amazement, ”He set him on me on the battlefield and I didn''t even realize it! What are we going to do with it now?”


    “I want it!” roared Lipsyte from his wheelchair, “as a replacement for my squirrels! It''s just the right size!”


    “Tz, but it''s got my name on it!” declared Poison Ivy snippily, ”I''m not giving it away!”


    “Hey!” scolded Lipsyte, ”I wanted that one!”


    Kodaxx just rolled his eyes. “Cry!”