You were a heavy from Anvil Rock, I was a jack-a-lop with a purple lightning kite. You were sitting on a hill watching your AR group fight a group from ET outside our NE tower. I hopped down to sit beside you, and you welcomed me without hesitation. You waved, I waved. The battle raged before us.
Then….tragedy struck. One of my DR comrades sniped you from the bluff and I was swarmed by a few of your battle-lusty brothers. You tried to stop them, but there was nothing you could do. You wept over my corpse, and then you were gone.
For those few brief moments we were star-crossed friends sharing a moment of peace on a bloody battlefield. I will never forget you, my mysterious AR heavy.