MEGamers writes: "My arms are aching and I can barely feel my fingers. My comrades are trying to keep me going, but I'm completely exhausted. An intense deep throbbing fills my ears and I try hard to focus, to will myself to keep up with the others. In the distance I can hear shouts and screams, but everything is a blur to me. There's just a little bit further to go, just a while longer to endure – the battle hinges on this critical moment. Mustering all of my strength, I play the final critical bars of the song, and throw in a few last second drum fillers. With roaring applause deafening our ears, the rival band admits defeat and slinks away, while we bask in the glory of our victory."
