Bracket 649 - 656 wouldn''t have been bracket 649 - 656 if there hadn''t been another dispute at the last moment. Because although the game operator had publicly announced the winners, it was still unclear who had really won... or wasn''t it?


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    “We''re the real winners of GW,” Lil Arrow declared in a huff as he had his R4 hairdresser put on his crown so that it sat perfectly in the middle of his wig, ”because we were the only ones who really took the game seriously. The fact that these intermission clowns were awarded the victory must have been a bad joke on the part of the game operator. It''s probably April 1st or something. So guys: here''s to our victory!”


    And then Lil Arrow let himself be duly celebrated by the enthusiastic crowd of 655 on the balcony of his clan castle (or rather what was left of it after the war).


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    In the Castle of 651, Dumbledore and his right-hand man were sitting together in a highly conspiratorial and secretive manner.


    “Do you think someone has noticed something?” asked the right hand man.


    “Not at all, not at all,” Dumbledore reassured him. “Our tactics were perfect. We flew under the radar the whole time. They all thought we were dead or not really active on the map. Well, there was a bit of magic involved.” He waved his wand casually. “The forgetting spell, you know. I reliably erased all our opponents'' memories. And so nobody actually noticed that we actually won this GW.”


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    On the stage of the government building in the center of the map, the elite of RxW stood waiting to receive their rewards for GW. Expecting Godfather sets and jewels, they were already tripping back and forth joyfully and were stunned when suddenly three dog baskets were handed over.


    Mink, Thunder and Kodaxx opened the baskets in confusion, took out the contents and each held one of the battle chihuahuas in their arms. “Oh, they''re so cute!” exclaimed Poison Ivy delightedly, ”these are the ones named after you! Now they''re all reunited and can play with mine!”


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    “This is supposed to be our top prize for winning GW?” asked Kodaxx, somewhat stunned, holding up his puppy in amazement to get a better look at it.


    “Yes, it is!” roared Slow Pain from the back row of the auditorium where he had been hiding, ”Cry!!! Your Godfather sets and jewels are all gone, I got them, you got the dogs for that, muhahahaha!” And he quickly ran off through the emergency exit before anyone could stop him.


    “That''s a good thing,” growled Superhero, angry Russian number 2. He stood up and pulled the mask off his face, ”because I''m not really an angry Russian! I only said that to make fun of the Russians here. In reality, I''m Ukrainian! And I''m not just angry, I''m actually VERY angry! And now I''m going to get this guy, muhahahaha!”


    “Perfect!” shouted Vind Tr?uble Turf, standing up and pulling the mask off his face, ”then I can tell you now, I''m not really a romantic lover and philosopher at all, but a fire monster! Muhahahaha, and now I''m going to burn you all!”


    Thunder on stage carefully handed his puppy to Marzzzz, then stepped right to the front of the spotlight. “I''m ranked #1 out of everyone here and I won GW. And I can finally tell you...” - he pulled the mask off his face - “I''m really Princess Sara! I''m the real winner of this GW, muhahahahaha!”


    “Oh my God y''all gay!” cried the donkey, ”it''s even worse than I feared! I''m looking for a new bracket now!” And with those words, he galloped out of the arena.


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    Far, far away from these events, in Texas in the office of Phantixx GmbH, which developed various mobile games such as TGM and successfully launched them on the market, the CEO''s assistant entered his office.


    “Another GW over, boss,” he reported. “Several brackets this time. And again, countless people who have invested five-figure sums of USD in a virtual illusion.”


    The CEO grinned. “I''ll never understand how people can be so stupid as to spend money on virtual luxury cars and similar garbage that they could buy real cars for. How much profit this time, after deducting taxes and costs?”


    The assistant silently handed his boss a sheet of paper.


    The CEO whistled through his teeth. “Remarkable, remarkable! It''s increasing every month. We can continue to expand! And I can directly double my personal bonus payment. Hm, what can I treat myself to now... I already have enough cars, several garages full... what do you think, my friend?”


    The assistant smiled. “If I could make a suggestion, boss... Gulfstream Aerospace presented the new G700 at the NBAA trade fair. It''s a pretty thing, with special features. Your old one is only two years old, but why not renew it... with the profit you won''t even need a loan.”


    The CEO smiled: “Order it.”


    While the assistant hurried off to order the new Gulfstream, the CEO stepped to the window and looked out with satisfaction. In the end, his games ran according to the same rules as a casino. No matter who thought they had won, the only real winner in the end is always the house.