Gonna write this in a format of a story kinda since feels like it conveys more. BTW this is literally a match of mine yesterday in truth. Spoiler: My character gained weight... Knew those burgers were no good I gaze up at the stone wall my team has built to protect the flag. One wall thick and four blocks high. Terrible, but aaah well, I couldn't be bothered fixing it. Every teammate re spawns and climbs over the wall seemingly uncaring to its lack of defense. Sighing, I climb the wall feeling all the burgers I ate recently having an impact. Not a good one either. Trying to scamper up the wall I notice my teammates going over easily. I haven't gained that much weight, have I? Glancing at my belly I rub it a bit. I have. By this point my teammates have started looking at me weirdly, so much so I'm tempted to say 'What?!' thankfully I decide to keep my large mouth shut. Looking around feverishly, I look for an escape without embarrassing myself. There was none. My heart sinks as I look up at the looming wall before me. Just made of four blocks. Just enough to make me struggle. Frowning, I try again, and again not giving up determined to make it over that wall. I've done it billions of time, why now? Each teammate around me accomplishes it without even paying a second glance. Even the newbie who just joined the game could do it. I saw him trying to put on armor just before. Literally. My face turns red as someone approaches me offering me to step on their shield. I stood their for a few seconds debating whether I should take him up on his offer or not. Defeated, knowing I will never make it up that wall on my own I accept, dragging one foot and another onto his shield before climbing the two blocks at the top of the wall. Boom! The ground shook bellow me as a keg goes off. Glancing down bellow me I see the enemy taking the flag. Rushing off I jump off the building and run after the flag, running slower and slower with every step. Almost collapsing on the ground I put my hands on my knees puffing. In and out, in and out. Gazing up I see an enemy knight. Pleading with him with my eyes, I put one finger up signalling one minute while I regain my breath. My whole body heaves with each breath I take, looking back at the knight I realize his coming closer. Clumsily I find my sword and draw it using the rest of my muscle power just told hold it steady in front of me. My muscles scream in protest as I heave the sword into a slash. The sword almost falling out of my grasp as it descends. Sweat laced my whole body as I close my eyes realizing my doom. With a lone tear on my face I look up for one last time seeing the flag safely in the enemy base as they keg it in celebration. Finally the sword smashes into my spine succumbing me to darkness.