Kismet Loop

[Guess who is sitting on top of a building randomly reading the falling cards. If you guessed this spider and her sneaky drone, you'd be right.]

What a stupid human holiday. What's the point of these stupid cards anyway?

[She snatches another one out of the air and starts to read it, sneering slightly as she finishes and tosses it aside before snatching another and just tearing it up. Some of them might even end  up becoming target practice very... very soon.]

Looks like most of us made it here in once or two pieces. Now that most of us have licked our wounds and attempted repairs, how about a little role call.  Just how many of your idiots made it.

[To be more specific, she's looking for a certain blue speedster and a certain red medic but it never hurts to see who else made it.]

...And Moron Prime, don't bother answering. I already know you're here and it's shocking you haven't gotten yourself slagged already.