Eulogy of Mathew Hall
One dreadful day in fall, Mathew Hall heard the call. Over the siren blared the warning, piercing the silence of the tranquil morning. The ground rumbled, my stomach tumbled at the approach of hell's behemoth.
We were to be slaughtered like cattle, our mechs wrecked from a previous battle. At the Atlas drew near, so did Mathew Hall appear; his mech still functional, his arrival none too punctual.
Waiting for target to acquire, his lasers he did then fire. Death did the Atlas spatter as its autocannon did chatter.
Out now rushed infantry with infernos blazing; the Atlas stumbled under this new hazing. Again with its autocannon it fired, until its magazine had expired. Great damage to Hall's mech was done when assaulted by that malevolous gun.
His hip virtuously destroyed, a new tactic Hall now employed. He would wait for the Atlas to draw near, then into its heart he would strike with fear.
The Atlas charging with all its might, old Mathew Hall just sat tight. The enemy was hiving him quite a bashing, but Hall was fixing to give him quite a thrashing.
With all his weapons Hall fired though the beast did not halt, but in his foe's armor he had found a fault. One last time Hall gave his best; this time with all weapons aimed at the chest. The armor's erosion gave way to an enormous explosion, which with great distance did project. This left the great Mathew Hall too little time to eject.
So it is that the great Mathew Hall is gone so that we may live on.
One dreadful day in fall, Mathew Hall heard the call. Over the siren blared the warning, piercing the silence of the tranquil morning. The ground rumbled, my stomach tumbled at the approach of hell's behemoth.
We were to be slaughtered like cattle, our mechs wrecked from a previous battle. At the Atlas drew near, so did Mathew Hall appear; his mech still functional, his arrival none too punctual.
Waiting for target to acquire, his lasers he did then fire. Death did the Atlas spatter as its autocannon did chatter.
Out now rushed infantry with infernos blazing; the Atlas stumbled under this new hazing. Again with its autocannon it fired, until its magazine had expired. Great damage to Hall's mech was done when assaulted by that malevolous gun.
His hip virtuously destroyed, a new tactic Hall now employed. He would wait for the Atlas to draw near, then into its heart he would strike with fear.
The Atlas charging with all its might, old Mathew Hall just sat tight. The enemy was hiving him quite a bashing, but Hall was fixing to give him quite a thrashing.
With all his weapons Hall fired though the beast did not halt, but in his foe's armor he had found a fault. One last time Hall gave his best; this time with all weapons aimed at the chest. The armor's erosion gave way to an enormous explosion, which with great distance did project. This left the great Mathew Hall too little time to eject.
So it is that the great Mathew Hall is gone so that we may live on.