09-25-2008, 10:46 AM
Okay, the game is officially on. Anyone who wishes to join, don't hesitate to ask.
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IC:
Sept. 24, 2675
1939 hours
First Seargent "Bravo" brought his heavy scythe over his head, and brought it down hard, splitting the practice dummy open like a melon. The fire that enveloped his blade quickly lept onto the ruined wooden dummy, setting it afire. Brandon leaned back on his weapon, surveying the damage.
"Not bad." A gravelly voice said behind him, "but, you need to stop torching the dummies."
Brandon turned and looked at Diesel, with a slight grin, "sorry, sir. Couldn't help it. Fire's just....fun"
Diesel clicked his tongue, and stared intently into the flames.
"Our days are numbered, Bravo. The Protoss have weapons and technology far superior to our own. We still rely on bladed weaponry for our frontline force, while the Terrans have machines doing the bulk of their work. We still only hold an advantage over the Zerg, in that we have powers they can only dream of."
Brandon put the fire out, and looked at his superior, "so, what? We're just going to abandon centuries of history, to keep up with people we don't even know?"
Diesel shrugged, "all I know, is that there's a war brewing in our space, and we need to either shit or get off the pot."
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IC:
Sept. 24, 2675
1939 hours
First Seargent "Bravo" brought his heavy scythe over his head, and brought it down hard, splitting the practice dummy open like a melon. The fire that enveloped his blade quickly lept onto the ruined wooden dummy, setting it afire. Brandon leaned back on his weapon, surveying the damage.
"Not bad." A gravelly voice said behind him, "but, you need to stop torching the dummies."
Brandon turned and looked at Diesel, with a slight grin, "sorry, sir. Couldn't help it. Fire's just....fun"
Diesel clicked his tongue, and stared intently into the flames.
"Our days are numbered, Bravo. The Protoss have weapons and technology far superior to our own. We still rely on bladed weaponry for our frontline force, while the Terrans have machines doing the bulk of their work. We still only hold an advantage over the Zerg, in that we have powers they can only dream of."
Brandon put the fire out, and looked at his superior, "so, what? We're just going to abandon centuries of history, to keep up with people we don't even know?"
Diesel shrugged, "all I know, is that there's a war brewing in our space, and we need to either shit or get off the pot."
The last mutt standing.
The one and only, Cowboy from Hell.
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Bury me with my guns on,
So when I reach the other side,
I can show him what it feels like to die.
I can show him what it feels like to die.
Bury me with my guns on,
So when I'm cast out of the skies,
I can shoot the Devil right between the eyes.
