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Pete panicked. He mashed the jump button. His character soared into the air, legs flailing, arms pinwheeling—a perfect, pathetic display of desperation. Carla smirked. She raised her rifle, took slow, deliberate aim at the apex of his arc.

Time slowed.

The windmills in the background spun faster. A tiny, unkillable bird flapped across the sky for the millionth time. rooftop snipers gitlab io

"That… that doesn't count," she said.

Carla stared at the screen. Then at Pete. Then back at the screen. Pete panicked

Her character crumpled into a ragdoll heap, then slid—slowly, majestically—off the roof. arms pinwheeling—a perfect

He was off-screen, out of bounds, and completely un-targetable.