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Keen laughed. It was a hollow, nervous laugh.

Pon-Pon-Pata-Pon.

Keen dropped his coffee. “What?”

The Dettankarmen fired its massive cannon. The shell traveled halfway across the screen before the Uberhero looked at it. The shell froze mid-air, reversed direction, and detonated inside the cannon’s barrel. The explosion didn’t produce fire. It produced lines of hexadecimal— 0xDEADBEEF —that rained down like confetti.

He cleared the floor in four seconds. But the editor had a hidden feature. He noticed it the next morning when he loaded his save. His Uberhero was no longer standing in the marching formation. He was floating slightly above the others, his mask flickering between its usual fierce expression and… a sad face. A human face. patapon 3 save editor

The Patapons marched out to the 37th floor, singing their eternal chant:

Keen had been stuck on the same dungeon for three weeks. Keen laughed

> March for me now.