I didn't use a sword. I used a and a dream. I leaped from the shadows, spamming arrows with the frantic energy of a toddler with a glitter cannon. The runner paused for a microsecond—the universal Minecraft sign for “Are you serious right now?” —but by then, the giant exploded into a shower of loot. A Diamante’s Handle hit the floor.
They say honest work is its own reward, but in the catacombs, a stolen giant tastes way better. STEALING GIANTS FROM FRAG RUNNERS PART 2
In the world of frag running, that handle is the difference between a good hour and a waste of time. I snatched it out of the air before it even finished its death animation. I didn't use a sword
I didn't use a sword. I used a and a dream. I leaped from the shadows, spamming arrows with the frantic energy of a toddler with a glitter cannon. The runner paused for a microsecond—the universal Minecraft sign for “Are you serious right now?” —but by then, the giant exploded into a shower of loot. A Diamante’s Handle hit the floor.
They say honest work is its own reward, but in the catacombs, a stolen giant tastes way better.
In the world of frag running, that handle is the difference between a good hour and a waste of time. I snatched it out of the air before it even finished its death animation.