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The tower collapsed with a screech of tearing metal, sending a tidal wave of brown sludge across the road. The Vipers scattered, their formation shattered. One slid into a ditch. Another spun out, tracks whirring uselessly. The gold-skull Viper dodged the sludge but reversed straight into Leo's line of sight.

Cannon. Cannon. Cannon.

Leo checked the leaderboard. His finger hesitated over the button. He pressed it. doomz.io

He smiled grimly, revved his smoking engine, and drove straight into the city center. The tower collapsed with a screech of tearing

Leo crouched behind a collapsed billboard, watching a squad of three "Vipers"—fast, glass-cannon tanks with plasma chainguns—circle a supply crate. They moved like a wolf pack. One feinted left, another flanked right, the third hung back. It was beautiful, mechanical, and lethal. Another spun out, tracks whirring uselessly

He checked his ammo: 14 cannon shells, 3 rockets. His special ability (every tank had one) was a "Smoke Screen," which in reality was just a hacked-together oil-burner that made him invisible for 3 seconds. Pathetic compared to the Vipers' "Overcharge" that doubled their fire rate.

His tank was a rusted "Scorpion" model—medium armor, a peashooter cannon, and a single rocket launcher he’d ripped off a corpse in the Oil Fields. The arena was a sprawling, monochrome wasteland of broken highways, skeletal forests, and a crumbling city center where the best loot spawned. And the worst deaths.