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Legion vs Tstorm
IP: BB93 433A
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As the wind swirls, dust clouds embrase this dessolate land
gun shaking in my hand..scared,bruised,boots filled with sand i shiver,stationed here behind the sandbags is like hells torture petrified,i can hear the screams and scenes of human deborture a test like no other..enemy closes,and i pray god keeps me cover thoughts of my family left alone, and dreams of my distant lover the incontrolable desire within me to flee, grabs hold and i stumble flash back, must gain control..i start to hear a distant rumble a wall to my left suddenly crumbles..i jump in a state of panic troops around me grab there rifles..the scene is somewhat manic my weather hand slowly reaches around, i manage to grab my rifle. actions must be quick, positive and decisive now..no time to stifle a vision of blurred aura appears and changes state through my scope i cant stop the shaking, but somehow i manage to pickout his throat the bullet tears through his skin, and guilt fills my soul with dread im frozen in a state of panic as before me my enemy lays..dead.. i cant see my troops..its too dark on this dusty damp cold night my lifes flashing before my eyes..as the enemy has me in there sights i know its the end..my vision blurs, i know im set to meet my maker strangely theres no pain, all i see is my family..in fact i feel safer
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IP:
`Behind enemy lines Enemy in sight, trying not to feed off a glimmer of light. Nocturnal images dance around the flickers of shell impact in the night. We’re outnumbered, outgunned and stand no ground of prevailing. But our Marshal pushes our limits, and our morale continues its sailing. Bombs plummet, and cascades of soil rise above us, blinding me. Enemy was on the move, in OUR direction, or so it seems. Our team begins to sweat, swallowing our pride hard and willing to die. Destruction looms, and winds around my emotions, thoughts, and my eye. Stirring motions amongst us, inspire anxiety to dominate silence, and bloom. Shaken images of our death riddles my mind, will I persevere through this doom? Our location is unknown our forces are oblivious to our situation, peril in the air. But then, if our presence is not known, if we die, no-one will really care. We’re ready for the attack, bullets and water flask gripped tightly in my palm. *Bullets fly, our enemy launches an ambush* Caps rendezvous in motion, tearing through flesh, and dismember the marshal’s arm. Our leader is wounded, in a fatal stage of shock, my rifle; bound to cock. Enemy firmly locked, obliterating my men and weapons they’ve jocked. I’m the only survivor, escaped the ambush, was this meant to be or was it a sign? Carrying a guilty conscience as a burden, never again ending behind enemy lines.
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