(Please do note that there is a lack of ponies in this chapter and the monkey that was the writer for this chapter has been given death by G3.5, this won't happen again. This fiction was written for the sake of comedy. This was a one-shot that turned into a full on story. I don't clam to own anything in this story.)
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Hayy you Suks sorrs Darins forz tellsing me! Tah I cant wright! Annd tanks too Frazzerfor gives ing me
Teh sergeat looks about in the cold metzl trech, esplions ther our in th background. A screm come from on of the narby trechs serget Johnson'z razed is gunz its wass teh standerd isue autonematic 1337 assult rife and he check it was redy said the sarglocks and loadsz mares!2111!" the sarg and his sqoud hadened just turnd the coriander of the trech when they had see a marie get rib in haf a bug staning over him its sharpen leg in the other halfs of the marne "BUG!11111" said one of the marine who die when tah bag jamp on him.
and they stared to fire it, The bug was shread by bullts. The sarg ran over to the dying marine "Waht HAOPPPEN?" bloodz was all overs the marie and the sarg he knew that he was a daed main "Sarg the fenzs in ara 13-w4 is dwon and bags are pourz in!11111," the die marne cofting up some blodz. "We didnt sand a chant's we tred to pull bak but they ha over runns us" sai ding he die in sergt Jonson arss. The sarg put the ded mine down and he look up at his pale faceted corporal and the oher terrufuuied mnes "less ove oat!" The sarg thogt abut his sqad and how dhay cume foum unisity and how the feda8ionon hvad ot tOld them what it is lie out here and mae it all gloed, this is just oats of the horrsrors of they war.
He siged Well bagz1111 are the enmy of the fation and thee was no mrcy for bag or hunman as he and his squd ran to Da main bas8d they met more like the dyig mrine and more sties on how theys were ovrun, suddenly one of the mane screams a bag at got the maine in it moth the maine boiudy spits in haf. The sarg pulls up his gun zand is one the first to start to shuot it pits of the bag's hde, the bug start to change his sqad a spke goes throew the sarg's lag, more bags come from everyway!,
"sarg"! Side the crporal, the bugs were swrmigs in the mares moreally roke, ever ware manes run for thre lies, a marie tribes over and was trapled by her hellow mrines who only care about thmselves, the injred were left for daed (Gets? Its? Likzs L4D!) for the bug to finih. But not the cororal he picks up the serant and ran puhing past the consed and dyng "soe one helpz\ us111~!"!