"RETREAT!!!"
"NO! Not yet."
"Forget it, I'm outta here"
"MARINE! You are ordered to remain here"
"No way! Those monsters are gonna break through any second now, and I don't plan to be around when..."-CLICK-"...they..."
...SWISHHHHH....
The depleted uranium round sliced through the air, hitting the ground right between the soldier's legs. It left a neat hole in the soft earth, probably burying itself about 3 feet in it. Most of the soldiers were too busy to notice, but some watched the confrontation silently.
"I dare you to turn around and go away..." The sergeant angrily whispered at the now silent recruit.
The young recruit only stared at the smoking barrel of the sergeant's Gauss Riffle. "How funny,"-he thought-"the smoke makes a really beautiful pattern".
The sergeant brought him out of his momentary trance. "I THOUGH SO! Now get your GODDAMNED riffle and go SHOOT some fucking zergs"
Slowly, the recruit walked over to the firing holes on the side of the bunker. He picked up his riffle from the ground where he had left it moments ago. He removed the safety and put it against his shoulder.
'It goes on, and on' he thought.
With his thumb he set the firing mode to Burst.
'I just want this war to end'
He knew that there were screams around him. He knew that there were shots and explosions. He knew his fellow marines were dying. He couldn't hear any of it; all he could hear was a muffled sound. Instinctively he took aim; a group of zerglings running towards the bunker.
He squeezed the trigger, feeling the butt of the riffle hitting against his shoulder 10 times per second. As he watched the zerglings squirm in pain while they received the incoming fire, a tear streaked down his cheek. 'I just want this war to end...'
"NO! Not yet."
"Forget it, I'm outta here"
"MARINE! You are ordered to remain here"
"No way! Those monsters are gonna break through any second now, and I don't plan to be around when..."-CLICK-"...they..."
...SWISHHHHH....
The depleted uranium round sliced through the air, hitting the ground right between the soldier's legs. It left a neat hole in the soft earth, probably burying itself about 3 feet in it. Most of the soldiers were too busy to notice, but some watched the confrontation silently.
"I dare you to turn around and go away..." The sergeant angrily whispered at the now silent recruit.
The young recruit only stared at the smoking barrel of the sergeant's Gauss Riffle. "How funny,"-he thought-"the smoke makes a really beautiful pattern".
The sergeant brought him out of his momentary trance. "I THOUGH SO! Now get your GODDAMNED riffle and go SHOOT some fucking zergs"
Slowly, the recruit walked over to the firing holes on the side of the bunker. He picked up his riffle from the ground where he had left it moments ago. He removed the safety and put it against his shoulder.
'It goes on, and on' he thought.
With his thumb he set the firing mode to Burst.
'I just want this war to end'
He knew that there were screams around him. He knew that there were shots and explosions. He knew his fellow marines were dying. He couldn't hear any of it; all he could hear was a muffled sound. Instinctively he took aim; a group of zerglings running towards the bunker.
He squeezed the trigger, feeling the butt of the riffle hitting against his shoulder 10 times per second. As he watched the zerglings squirm in pain while they received the incoming fire, a tear streaked down his cheek. 'I just want this war to end...'