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Laying down the suppression fire. Towers 1 through 4 are destroyed. Out of ammunition. The Subarus are moving in. Can barely move. The flashes of light burn and blind. Three left. Must take the objective. The Tank - only remaining hope of survival. Sniper cover. Distraction. Suppresion. Destruction. Cannon jammed. Breaking through the lines. Dead man's land. Close combat. Murdered. Two remaining. Rocket Propelled Grenade. One to go. Retreat. Reinforcements. Pinned. Panic. Bleeding. Sight blurring. Pulled through the rough, nearly dead. The tank. To the tank. Fires. Running. Return to safe territory. Pursuit. Outnumbered. Return to base. Conclusion. Fortification.
This was the end of my Friday evening. I shit you not.
This was the end of my Friday evening. I shit you not.