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!!857o4GkKJgy 06/19/11(Sun)18:22 No.15320957>>15320938 You pull out your Bazooka and take aim at the nearest Supply Ship whilst Rance and Option cover you. You pull the trigger and an explosion blooms where the main bridge of the ship was. A second shot ruptures the outer skin, sending vital supplies spirarling into the void. The third shot must have hit ammo, as massive secondary explosions begin to languidly tear the ship apart.
You turn to face the second Supply ship covered by a heavy concentration of enemy Balls behind which lie unfamilar stars in the sky. You pull your Beam Carbine and check your head vulcans for h
>Solar System has now reached effective mirror magnitude awaiting calibrations "If you are reading this message, then you too are like me. My name is, was rather, Archimedes. No doubt for hundreds, if not thousands of years this weapon I created was the source of much derision, due to the fact that it doesn't supposedly work. The truth is that the heat ray lacked for one element: It could only work in the heavens, where there is no interfering clouds, or the earth. Because I can perceive the secret heart of all weapons, and so hid myself within my home, and within my mathematics. If you can read this, then you are like me, and for that, you have my sympathies. If you are facing this weapon, know this: You cannot command this. This is my weapon, and it will forever know it, this weapon has a greater king than you, and if you want it dead, you'll have to do it with your own hands. You will not disturb my circles."
eavy close defence work. You dive in blinking away spots from your eyes and an unsettled fear that now sits in your stomach. Viperish quick your weapons take a toll on the enemy units. In response you take a few glancing blows from their weapons, but it's nothing the armour cannot take, and most are defelected off your shield. |