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Brutal attack was mounted on the red.
The reds knew they must withstand the swarm
To buy the time for the approaching Storm.
The blus knew tenacity and rigor,
Pouring in with a relentless vigor.
But from red base emerged a tall figure
Stepping fort to call them all a n*****.
The brave spy went where no one else would dare
He went valiantly deep into their lair
Found their heart, a restless teleporter
And form there he would give them no quarter
The machine had a pyro as a guard
But for the spy this challenge wasn't hard
It took the blus half the team to hunt him
Pyro alone could not even touch him
With his persistence and the demo's spam
The final point remained untouched by them.
The two heroes, may this tale be known:
Virgil the storm, forever etched in stone.