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these were men and women from the Pit, with the “Yeah,” he replied. “This is my first

occasional lone Shopkeeper taking notes as he Arena shift.” The vet whistled.

scoured the battlefield for damage. A small team “And your first Deicide, I take it.” Laughing,

conversed amongst themselves, off to the side. the older minion clapped a friendly hand on

“Hell of a day,” one said. He was old and grizzled, the younger guy’s back. “You did good. And it

his badge marking him as a three-year veteran. He sure beats getting killed in lane, doesn’t it?”

surveyed the battlefield and felt a pride in his work, a And that was it. A way of life, just another

pride that had carried him through the hard times. facet of being a minion. Sure, no one knew

The rookie looked out at the scene, still about the Pit Crew, or the Cleaners as they were

shellshocked from the fast paced chaos of it all. His sometimes called. No one cared where the gold

hands were shaking. But everyone knew that feeling. came from, or how experience was handed over.

“You here from the lanes, new guy?” No one cared who rose before the sun and spent

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