Dark, hot and humid. You can still smell burnt metal lingering from the red hot shell of the drop pod. You hold your BR tightly against your shoulder and watch your enemy, silently waiting for the sniper to engage. You hear the thud of the .50 as the Brute Chieftain falls to to the ground. Grunts rush your position, you pull the trigger and start bringing them down left-and-right. <br /><br />The world around you is pure chaos; you calmly go about doing the Lord's work.
- Spact Founder
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