He takes his equipment: a heavy helmet, a manica, grieves and finally his shield and sword, walks to the gates anxious. The crowd shouting for them. The man next to him opens the gate and the bright sun blinds him.
Walks forth...
When opens his eyes, he is sitting, facing the squared helmet with his keyboard, ready to respond to several blows in his inbox just to satisfy the fat cats that pay for his sacrifice.
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