They say honest work is its own reward, but in the catacombs, a stolen giant tastes way better.
I crouched behind a jagged pillar, my Shadow Assassin armor blending into the gloom of the Blood Room. Across the hall, a "frag runner" was doing the heavy lifting. He was a hyper-efficient sweat in full Necron armor, moving with the jagged, caffeine-fueled precision of someone who had done this three thousand times today. STEALING GIANTS FROM FRAG RUNNERS PART 2
He cleared the mobs in seconds. Then, the boss dialogue flickered. The giant spawned—a towering, jade-skinned behemoth. The runner engaged, his Valkyrie a blur of wither impacts. He was focused. He was fast. He was about to be very annoyed. They say honest work is its own reward,