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// Epilogue 
// Story: Benjamin Johnson, Battlony 
// by aricaitlyn 
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Out of nowhere, my pockets began to buzz, like I had a phone in there. I felt around in my jeans pocket for the culprit, and pulled out another transparent level screen, displayed on an iPhone. This time, Froot Loop's familiar pony face was closer than before. "Thanks for playing," the screen read in its familiar bluish hue. A manly tear reluctantly dripped down my cheek.

Donna saw the screen from where she was standing and came to my side. "Something wrong, bro?"

I wiped my tears and held out my hand for a handshake. "Good game."

FIN