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Just then, a message finally popped up in the long–silent public channel.
“Thanks for the support. Ark Camp One is now back to normal.’
Ark Camp Two and Ark Camp Three were shocked.
You sneaky old b*stard! So, it was you guys at Ark Camp Three who went behind our backs!‘
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‘Screw you, Ark Camp Two! You’re the one who broke our agreement first–helping them and now trying to y the victim? Shameless!‘
Instead of asking who actually helped Ark Camp One, the first reaction from both camps was to start tearing into each other.
Of course, they med each other–who else could it be? It had to be that sly old fox on the other side, sneaking in to im all the glory.
They’d agreed to y it smart together–drag things out, squeeze more supplies out of Ark Camp One. But now, one of them clearly snuck in to harvest the reward.
<i>Betrayal</i><i>! </i>
The two sides went at it, cursing each other out.
But the more they argued, the more something felt off.
Wait.
<i>It </i>wasn’t the other <i>side</i><i>? </i>
Then who <i>the </i>hell <i>was </i>it?
Who else even has the strength <i>to </i><i>help </i><i>Ark </i><i>Camp </i><i>One </i><i>right </i><i>now</i><i>?! </i>
Eventually, both camps realized they had no idea what was going on and decided to just ask directly in the public channel.
Ark Camp One, how did you solve it?‘
Who exactly are you thanking for the support?‘
Meanwhile, over at Ark Camp One, the folks watching these two idiots–who’d been ignoring their pleas all day but suddenly crawled out over a single thank–you message–were absolutely thrilled.
<i>Ha</i><i>! </i>
Those two snakes have teamed up to scam us. Now look who’s left out<i>! </i>
Sure, Theresa had hiked the price at thest minute and bled them for double the resources—but even
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that was still a bargain.
If they’d gone to either Ark Camps Two or Three, they’d have been skinned alive.
Now? Not only had they saved money, but the other two camps didn’t get to earn a single dime.
Ark Camp One was living the dream.
Serves them right–for being greedy, calcting b*stards.
Bet they didn’t see thising.
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And now, basking in the schadenfreude, Ark Camp One replied enthusiastically, ‘We’re, of course, thanking our dear friends over at K1 Camp! Huge thanks to Mr. Keaton for the emergency support- 200.000 gleamstones and 200,000 tons of grain were just a token of our appreciation. We hope to coborate even more in the future.’
The message was dripping with sincerity and goodwill.
A momentter, a new message from K1 Camp appeared. “Helping one another is what we’re supposed to do. In times like these, with zombies rampant, unity is more important than ever.”
Ark Camp Two and Ark Camp Three boomed.
K1 Camp? <i>What </i><i>the </i><i>hell </i>is K1 <i>Camp</i><i>?! </i>
Where did this wildcard <i>suddenly </i><ie </i><i>from</i>?!
And what was <i>that </i><i>about </i><i>200,000 </i><i>gleamstones </i>and <i>200,000 </i><i>tons </i>of food<i>?! </i>
Panicked, both camps scoured every archive and file they could ess.
Eventually, they found it.
KI Camp was a tiny survival camp set up by the Eastern Military District.
Back when the apocalypse first broke out, they had begged for help, but no one answered.
So, they built their own rescue base on the spot.
There were others like them, too–survivors like Lucas and his men–who posted endless pleas in the public channel.
But as time passed, those camps either changed hands or went dark.
Now, besides the three Ark Camps, no one else had spoken in the channel for ages.
Because why bother?
No one cared.
They’d beenpletely shut our
And yet KI Camp had survived all this time.
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Not only had they survived, but they’d also stolen the prize right out from under their noses.
Arks Camp Two and Camp Three stared in disbelief at the sudden appearance of KI Camp.
They never saw iting.
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Here they were, ying political chess, fighting for scraps–and some no–name little side camp had just walked in and snatched the whole d’mn roast chicken off the table.
That was 200,000 gleamstones and 200,000 tons of grain!
They could’ve had that!
Now both camps sat there, stewing in their frustration like they’d swallowed a hot fart.
The next morning, Theresa was called over to Lucas‘ ce bright and early.
As always, he came to get her on his little electric scooter.
She drove.
She was still wondering what good news was worth dragging her out of bed for at dawn–until she stepped into Old Mr. Keaton’s house and saw the look on his face,
That’s when she burst outughing.
“They’re speechless now, huh?”
“What can they say?” Old Mr. Keaton chortled. “We snatched the whole roast chicken right out from under their noses—they’re probably choking on regret!”
“200 thousand gleamstones and 200 thousand tons of food. That’s a big enough reward for any of them to make the trip. And we snatched it for peanuts,” Lucas added.
Theresa smiled so hard her eyes narrowed to slits.
Oh, the satisfaction<i>! </i>
Those two sneaky b*stards spent all their time scheming—calcting every angle–and in the end, she was the one who walked off with the grand prize.
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