Deep in the trenches, bodies clash together. Men fight it out, using their bodies as weapons against each other. Some fall, but none think this loss is in vain. A blur, and someone charges past, breaking open the barrier.

Colors, numbers, meaningless words. A man calls out loudly, leading the troops. He steps back, and an object sails through the air. It hits the ground. Everyone yells, angry.

The battle has been lost, but not the war. We try to break through that barrier again: make that object hit the ground again. Three times, and we are able to succeed. A new man calls out those meaningless words, and we get that object.

The man runs, runs, runs. He reaches the end. Victory! The war has been completed.