What a fun game!
"Malaysia?!" Screamed my lieutenant, "I'm not going back to that backwater! Fuck that! We can’t even secure this shit-hole!"
A melange of sporadic gunfire petered around us as we guarded this... thing.
The tray was seemingly made of gold, but it was light as a feather, it left us wondering what prize was in the sarcophagus. And the light in the sky was questioned endlessly. Was this a signal from higher powers? Was it an alien race here to take us over? What was to become of us when we were dominated? How far could we carry this piece of shit?
But we were told it was just a comet. A thing. A sky wonder. Its cyan streaks intriguing me as it splayed across the evening canvas. It has to be more than that. The gondola dropped off more support, but it wasn’t enough. Isn’t enough. I’m not dead yet. Present tense, soldier!
Sporadic fire sprayed us as they advanced again.
“Moose, lay covering fire; Vixen, pick off what you can; AWOL, get down there and establish a forward line; Heave, cover and relay. We need the shelter of that-“
My orders were cut short. The comet was going to land at least 15 kilometres from us. We were fucked. Shit. Talking post rather than now. We will make it. I hope.
“Sir, they’ve cracked the code! They’re signalling now!” screamed comms. Fuck. We were so close. It’s over.
Rounds became thick as a mosquito net, we’re not moving anywhere. All we can do, we can’t let them have it, it the key to the war. We were so close.
Crelleleted in, short of ammunition. We’re fucked. The best we can do is not let them have it. Here it comes. First contact. This is a moment in human history, but we’re caught up in religion and bullshit hypocrisy. I-
What happened..?
Wait.
There’s a message, it’s on an old school frequency.
Wow.
We know nothing.
Everyone’s dropping their guns.
They’re going.
We were so close…
A melange of sporadic gunfire petered around us as we guarded this... thing.
The tray was seemingly made of gold, but it was light as a feather, it left us wondering what prize was in the sarcophagus. And the light in the sky was questioned endlessly. Was this a signal from higher powers? Was it an alien race here to take us over? What was to become of us when we were dominated? How far could we carry this piece of shit?
But we were told it was just a comet. A thing. A sky wonder. Its cyan streaks intriguing me as it splayed across the evening canvas. It has to be more than that. The gondola dropped off more support, but it wasn’t enough. Isn’t enough. I’m not dead yet. Present tense, soldier!
Sporadic fire sprayed us as they advanced again.
“Moose, lay covering fire; Vixen, pick off what you can; AWOL, get down there and establish a forward line; Heave, cover and relay. We need the shelter of that-“
My orders were cut short. The comet was going to land at least 15 kilometres from us. We were fucked. Shit. Talking post rather than now. We will make it. I hope.
“Sir, they’ve cracked the code! They’re signalling now!” screamed comms. Fuck. We were so close. It’s over.
Rounds became thick as a mosquito net, we’re not moving anywhere. All we can do, we can’t let them have it, it the key to the war. We were so close.
Crelleleted in, short of ammunition. We’re fucked. The best we can do is not let them have it. Here it comes. First contact. This is a moment in human history, but we’re caught up in religion and bullshit hypocrisy. I-
What happened..?
Wait.
There’s a message, it’s on an old school frequency.
Wow.
We know nothing.
Everyone’s dropping their guns.
They’re going.
We were so close…