Elegant war by Lawless Fighter
{Written while listening to Brooklyn Bounce by X2x ;)}
The cold biting wind of the Northern Neo-Soviet highlands wiped the red
leather cloak sharply against the stone-solid figure standing on the crest
of the hill. His hat clasped tightly around his brow held the Continental
mark of the Empire in bright gold, glittering in the bright sun. His jaw
was set, not in hatred or rage, but in a grim determination that this was
where the enemy stopped. They moved no further and there would be no failure
here, not on his homeland.
His breathing was trimmed with regularity as he raised his heated sword
above his head and stared across the battlefield. Nothing moved yet but
he knew they were there.
With a howling roar that shook the very roots of the universe he dropped
his sword and the artillery dropped the treeline. Single file, each in
turn, the eight ton artillery cannons rained hot iron on the enemy positions,
making a perfect drumbeat as each blast rocked the ground around it.
Mars waited for the first volley then let out another roar even more powerful
than the first and broke into a full out dash down the hillside. Not a
moment later but he was accompanied by the men of his homeland, neo-soviets,
New Germans, veterans from past wars and new freedom fighters seeking glory
and a selfless desire to protect what was given so freely to them.
The enemy broke through the treeline even amidst the barrage of metal hail,
eager to meet them on the battlefield. In a great tidal of flesh and blood,
heated blades and blessed lasfire, the fate of nations was being decided.
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On Tuesday, February 12, 2008, serotonin lost
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On Tuesday, February 12, 2008, Evil
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