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And so it was that I found myself in the strangest situation, I had ever encountered in the world of Roblox. I was running into a battle of which I did not understand, with my two new companions, Robben and Rob, both of whom were exact copies of myself! Who was the enemy? Why were we fighting them? Who were we fighting for? None of that mattered, apparently. All that mattered was defeating our opponents, or dying in the process! To that end, we were fortunate, because there was no shortage of enemies to choose from!
There must have been several hundred, if not several thousand, men spread out across the grassy field. It was here that we first saw men who did not look like us, but that did not mean there were not strange sights still to behold. Indeed, like us, I noticed that each faction was comprised entirely of clones or men that resembled one another almost completely. Each group had their own sets of clothing and weaponry and seemed to kill anyone who did not look like them. Some of the groups were better equipped than others. I saw some that had suits of armor, as well as swords and shields. It made me feel much less confident in my own simple battle ax.
“Look there,” cried the Rob who carried no weapon. “Our men are off to our left!”
Rob was right. A group of perhaps forty or fifty of my identical brothers were locked in a pitched battle against another force of similar strength.
“Let me guess, they're names will all be Robben too.” I joked.
“We are all Robben on this blessed day!” cried my two companions in unison, as the rushed to join the fray.
“Well, here goes nothing,” I said and ran into the battle.
I knew nothing about fighting, but I didn't have anything to lose, and I was hoping that my opponents would be as clueless as I was. As it turned out, I was at least partially right in my judgment. The men opposing us had sturdier clothing than we did, but they only carried heavy clubs, which did far less damage than the battle axes we wielded. I managed to cut down three men quickly while only sustaining a purple bruise on my arm! This whole warfare thing wasn't so bad after all!
After slicing through another enemy with my ax, I stepped back to assess how things were going. It appeared that I and the other Robbens were quickly getting the upper hand on our foe. We had only lost a few of our brothers. One of them was the poor fellow who had been forced to fight empty-handed. His zeal had taken him straight into the heart of the fight, where he had quickly received a club to the top of the head. Why he had been sent here to fight without a weapon, I simply didn't understand!
The last of our enemies were being driven off and our faction was searching for our next opponent when loud shots suddenly rang out across the field. Everyone stopped fighting for a moment to see what this new sound meant. Far to one side, a new host of identical twins was joining the fight. But unlike those of us currently on the field, they were carrying rifles! The men were firing as they charged forward, and around us, men were already falling to the ground dead.
“This foe is beyond any of us,” I shouted.
“Onward to victory!” was the reply I heard from my brethren.
“What? No,” I shouted back. “Fly! Fly, you fools!”