It was a night just like any other night. Atro would head home after working, down the street. Once he got home he would farm BB fodder for his Atro, hoping one day to achieve SBB, so he could impress the girl he had a crush on, MedievalMovies. The streets were full of salty players with non-meta units, the problem is if they saw his dual Tridon squad, he would be in serious danger. He was walking, not making eye contact with anyone, hoping nobody would stop him to check his units. He walked, almost to the his house, when suddenly, he was struck by a blunt object. He looked up to see an unknown woman holding Galant’s club, smiling. That was the last thing he saw before he blacked out.

He was awoken by the sound of Hellhounds barking in the distance. He woke up, groggy, the area on his head where he was struck, throbbing. He wasn’t sitting up for more than 3 seconds before his head was shoved to ground by a strong force. “Don’t lift your head.” He was surprised to hear a feminine voice coming from the attacker. “Mind if I check your units?” He tried to say something, but his jaw was pressed against the hard concrete. At this point he deduced that he was in an alley, probably along his route home. “No response? I guess that’s a yes.” He managed to spot her Elulu out of the corner of his eye, non-meta and looking extra glassy. She sifted through his coat, pulling out his units. “Well, well, well, what do we have here. Double Tridon?” She took her foot off his face, allowing him to turn and face her. “They call me Cheekov. I’m the queen of non-meta. We dislike your kind around here. Zelnites, Lilys, Elzas. Always breezing through content. Well, now you’re going to see what we do to meta-hoarders.” She rolled him over onto his back, and tied him to a dumpster. She pulled his pants down, revealing his Atro underwear. She pulled them down, showing his Demented Hole. She pulled down her pants and Elulu underwear, and Atro was shocked to see a Breaker Gravion swing out. “Oh god please no… don’t tell me” Atro stammered. “Oh don’t worry. It’s only SBB10.”

Before Atro could respond, his Demented Hole was penetrated by Gravion, completing quest after quest. Atro wanted to call for help, but nobody was around, it was too late at night. He felt Gravion’s Geo Cannon chipping away at the walls of his Demented Hole. It seemed to drag on forever. No end in sight to this terrible torture that he was going through, no stopping Gravion on his mission to complete his questing area. “ENOUGH!” The words rang through the alley like a fork dropped on metal. Atro managed to squirm his head just enough to turn it to catch a glimpse of the man belonging to the voice. His eyes were greeted by a tall, slender man, at least 6’ 7. “What the hell do you think you are doing Cheekov? Why are you mercilessly questing on this poor man?” “I’m sorry father… I just didn’t like the units that he had.” Cheekov sputtered. “Did you pull that “queen of non-meta crap again? I mean, how bad could his units be.” The man reached over to Atro to take a look at his units. The man stopped. He slowly stood back up, and removed his glasses. “Oh… dear… god… this man will not go unpunished for his deeds against us.” The man proceeded to whip out a 7* Lance, looking nice and useless. All Atro could really respond with was one simple fragment. “Well, fuck.”

I started working on this about 6 months ago, so don't criticize my choice of meta units, skrubs.

Special thanks: /u/AtroJP /u/DaithiTF2 /u/Cheekro