Robbie is being attended to by medics in the back. They depart as Robbie looks up at the camera, still clutching at his torso which had taken some of the worst damage dished out on Warfare courtesy a spear and the Fall of Rome.

Merry Christmas, XWF.

Centurion, congratulations on your win. You fought well, and you deserve all the credit in the world. Archer, you are definitely going places here in the XWF, I know I said some nasty shit the past two weeks but, well, that's kind of a thing I do. Barn, sorry broski, but that's how the Robbiebomb drops. Hit me up, we'll do lunch or go bowling.