My allies fell one by one, all hope seemed lost. Just like that, the enemy had overwhelmed us. I quickly realized, I could do nothing. What started off as a fair fight quickly turned against us as I saw myself facing a whole army...alone. I was the last to fall, I took in my last breath, as I felt the poison of the Sand King's stinger suffocate my veins. Slowly, but surely, the venom drained my blood of its rich scarlet color. We were dead. From above, we watched as our city fell. Our base was getting destroyed, and we could do nothing but watch, and hope that a miracle would happen and we would be given a second chance. From above, my allies and I went into a silent prayer, hoping our god would hear us and grant us a chance to defend our homeland from the plague that is the scourge. Our most prized possession, the source of our power, the Tree Of Life, was beginning to burn...and then...our prayers were answered. One by one my allies and I were revived. As the oxygen once again filled our lungs, we heard our god say, "One last chance." We were determined to not fail him. Our enemies were fools. Overcome by their own greed, they lost sight of their mission as they saw us, their enemies, return to life. They foolishly came after us, only to meet their doom. We destroyed them with ease, and began our comeback. We successfully defended our city, then pushed back, went on the offense. We hacked and slashed down any enemy in sight, and pretty soon, we were at their city. We stormed our way through their city, destroying all the structures that were the source of their power. As their structures burned, and crumbled to the ground, we could feel the strength of our soldiers increase. Finally, all that was left was their most prized possession, their Frozen Throne. We would not be fools like them, we would keep our attention focused on the mission at hand. We would destroy their ancient, and in doing so, claim our victory. This, is DOTA.