As soon as the first drones hit the ground, the ground scouts pinpointed Tuna's whereabouts and stormed ahead. Tuna grabs more ammunition from the crates and readies for contact. One scout came after another up the side walls, and he was not ready for the sheer numbers incoming. Even in his forward base Tuna was quickly running out of bullets, and the scouts kept coming. Outgunned and outnumbered, this looks like his last stand. Vote here: snapshot.org/#/skipperlee.eth/proposal/0x807b26ea13008693fe9c83afe7e24e77308df781cc00cb9b04604bc41173fef1