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Old 10-19-2009, 05:28 PM   #23
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(Anyone play ODST? It is the BOMB! Seriously, it is so awesome, To describe it would do no justice...)
Sam looked outside his window. The Plague was already here, and they were raiding the planet. Sam cocked his rifle and aimed through the scope.
> Plague Recon Squad 418 <
Char'ock, a soldier in the advanced reconnasaince squad, looked around at the abomination of the world. On his home planet, they slept on the ground in small huts, but here, they saw fit to rape the land and defile it with large grey buildings. He knew why the the leaders of his kind, of the Plague, saw it wise to kill off this species of barbarians.
He smiled, chuckling to himself. Truly, he was a barbarian himself, he just used his might on others, not the planets. He left that to the people in the large ships over head.
A muffled crack echoed out, and the Squad leader, Chin'tha, fell; his head a mangled mess of blood and bone. This promoted Char'ock to squad leader.
"Everyone, find cover! Now!" He yelled, and a few more cracks rang out, killing more of his group. They took cover behind large metal contraptions and some boulders that were placed there for no other reason than to look pretty.
Char'ock was at a loss. He didn't see the infidels attack, or know where it came from. All he knew was that it had him pinned. This was unacceptable.

Deep thought #1: In the end, everyone dies. No one can outrun time, death itself is always breathing down your neck, just waiting to slip the noose over you. But, in your time of death, what matters is not when or how or even why. What matters is what you do with it. Do you sit down and call it quits, or do you get up, stare your killer and death itself in the face, and laugh copiously, right until the end.
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