PC Gamer - When a volley of bullets shreds one of my soldiers, I’m terribly disheartened. He’d been hunkered down in a concrete nook formed by the steps outside a police station while my other team crept around the corner. He was the backup, set to burst through the front door and yell “surprise!” if everything went to hell inside. Instead, my opponent spotted him and flicked him off the board, leaving an ugly gap in my plan.
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