War.... What is it good for?

Last night I entered this back-alley door that was supposed to lead to a speakeasy-type bar... a low-key place to relax. What I got instead was transported to the streets of this war-torn neighborhood, populated solely by teenagers. I immediately found myself in the company of 3 other guys who were in the same position as me -- out of place in a war they had nothing to do with... One of them was Deebo from the "Friday" movies. We had to build our own weapons & bombs from debris we found on the street, and we stashed them under a manhole cover so the stupid kids wouldn't find them & hurt themselves.