After Solaire, Twilight and the BLUs bid farewell to the grinning RED Soldier, they moved out to their own base, RED Soldier having forgot that he got 'dibs' on Solaire, they had agreed to talk about their worlds, Solaire going first with his world.

"But before I start the retelling of my world's great story, I must warn you, for it is terrifying and bloody." said Solaire as Twilight's eyes widened, and the BLUs shrugged it off.

"Let me tell you the story of a pilgrim from the asylum

Carried aloft

By a friend to our lady of sin

Where to begin"

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Listen well, boys

There are two bells to ring

The parish above

The blighted bog found deep below

And their guardians

Still thirst for your cursed blood

Drop your sign

For the brothers in need to find

He will walk through the fog

As he welcomes death

He will pillage these bodies

He will feed to the fire

These shards of a soul

A magnificent father

In a desperate attempt

To stave off the end of his age

He runs himself hollow

And burns all his knights alive

A shell of his former self

They lock him away

Far beneath this crumbling shrine

A radiant sun

Forged by the feeble hands of a child

Not fit for his throne

A clever deceit

To make everyone believe

The lords haven't left them behind

Like a moth

Flittering towards a flame

Vereor nox

He will march through the dark

Like the hero before him

He has died many times

He's replete with humanity

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"If only I could be so grossly incadescent." he said, as he finished his song, sitting down with a sigh.

"That's quite a musical there, Solaire, I see your world is too, full of musical magic?" asked Twilight.

"I do not focus on magic, Lady Twilight, I am a man of faith, Iove miracles."

"I guess we're up next, yeah?" said the Scout.

"Young boy, you better not sing a meaningless song just to sing." warned him Spy as he started singing.

"It is beginning to look alot like dustbowl,"

"Sentries everywhere."

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"We are trapped inside our spawn,

We have uber so move on,

There are lots of snipers so beware."

It's beginning to look alot like dustbowl,

Stickies on the floor;

They explode without a doubt,

Flying gibblets all about,

And we've lost for sure.

Our heavies are burning

And points we're not earning,

While rockets shoot through the zone.

Syringes are flying

And scouts they are dying,

And Kukris cut through the bone.

The countdown clock is running out

And we are getting owned.

It's beginning to look alot like dustbowl,

Soon this match will end;

Can't hope for overtime,

This beating should be a crime,

Our turn to defend.

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"Nice one, spook, mine's less sappy." said the Scout as he started to sing.