[MP] You and your squamates lurk through the brush at night, guns in hand ready for combat. All is deathly quiet when suddenly carried by the wind you hear a a faint high pitched melodic tune. As it grows louder your stomach drops and your heart skips a beat as you shout for everyone to get down.
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