It was in the middle of a war. Furries vrs. Gamers. A protogen quickly ran over with a large sword and jumped off a rock for boost. He was about to land a hit on the opponent before he was shot through his visor, a vital thing for protos to live. A fellow furry noticed. He rushed over and wrapped his injury with bandages. He grabbed onto his dying friend. The injured protogen began to speak. "I'll miss you. Put up a good fight for our kind. I'll say goodbye soon, but that can't pull you down." The other protogen began crying. A pathetic kind of cry where you are helplessly gasping. Large tears were projected on his visor. He pulled his buddy closer to his fluffy chest. "Don't leave me!" He screamed. The wounded solider continued to whisper words of encouragement in his best friend's ear until his system failed, and he dropped dead.
