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Morning; in the eeriness of Dustbowl. You look around at the once bustling goldmine, now just a deserted ghost town. A small gust of wind blows the hot dust and sand into the BLU suit you're wearing. You shake the particles off of your trousers and lean yourself against the warm surface of a large rock. It seems to be just too easy. Then suddenly, you hear the cries of a Scout in the distance. You also hear the sound of slicing and bare flesh being cut. You cringe at the sudden sounds. You then hear another voice but this one sounds like he's enjoying himself. You raise your eyebrow in suspicion and immediately walk off to find the source of