You speak as if Guardsmen don't die every day and night when on a hostile world.
This is true, sir, but they don't die like this. Never like the way they did outside those bunker walls.
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Nobody slept well that first night. The Outpost seemed to watch us, simply waiting for our guard to be dropped before swallowing us whole into that gigantic, gaping maw it used as a doorway. Yet, still some did sleep, for they talked about vivid, horrible dreams of being eaten alive, tortured by sensuous demons, and wars waged by civilizations that only existed to feed rivers of blood.
We found a half dozen of our number missing. Some had apparently deserted in the evening, though the sentries didn't report anything passing the perimeter. The most cruel were the trio that were dead in their bunks. They had been carved up by something sharp and serrated, and pieces of them were simply unaccounted for. But it was the smiles on their faces that still give me the nightmares. It was as if they enjoyed their deaths; took pleasure in their torture.
"Now you see the nature of our enemy! Now you see what we're tasked with destroying!" bellowed the Commissar. He had a rousing effect upon us, and though the image stayed fresh in our minds, it began to fuel our hatred instead of our fear.
So with that, we marched into Outpost Sixteen to avenge our fallen comrades. We marched into hell itself. We marched to our deaths.
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Goryani has been killed! He was Guardsman Solomon.
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Day One has started. It ends in precisely 48 hours, at 5:00 EST Saturday the 31st. With 17 alive, it is nine votes to lock and lynch.
This is true, sir, but they don't die like this. Never like the way they did outside those bunker walls.
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Nobody slept well that first night. The Outpost seemed to watch us, simply waiting for our guard to be dropped before swallowing us whole into that gigantic, gaping maw it used as a doorway. Yet, still some did sleep, for they talked about vivid, horrible dreams of being eaten alive, tortured by sensuous demons, and wars waged by civilizations that only existed to feed rivers of blood.
We found a half dozen of our number missing. Some had apparently deserted in the evening, though the sentries didn't report anything passing the perimeter. The most cruel were the trio that were dead in their bunks. They had been carved up by something sharp and serrated, and pieces of them were simply unaccounted for. But it was the smiles on their faces that still give me the nightmares. It was as if they enjoyed their deaths; took pleasure in their torture.
"Now you see the nature of our enemy! Now you see what we're tasked with destroying!" bellowed the Commissar. He had a rousing effect upon us, and though the image stayed fresh in our minds, it began to fuel our hatred instead of our fear.
So with that, we marched into Outpost Sixteen to avenge our fallen comrades. We marched into hell itself. We marched to our deaths.
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Goryani has been killed! He was Guardsman Solomon.
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Small tangent: If a player has a full PM box, please clear a space. Thank you.
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Day One has started. It ends in precisely 48 hours, at 5:00 EST Saturday the 31st. With 17 alive, it is nine votes to lock and lynch.
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