I reached for my weapon of choice; the AK47. The handle suited me. I took the ZR (ZRinian) gun barrel, and ran out into the Main hall. The battle for the Wasted Desert had just begun, and there was no turning back. I twiddled my trademark tail (remind you of someone yet?) and put on my Black hat. The desert was a cruel, barren wasteland, where nothing was possible without human technology. I put on my Faustos Bottle as one last touch and smirked. Let me at them! my heart screamed at me. I stepped out onto the golden sand, ready. I cocked the gun reasted in my palms, listening intently for any sounds of ZR guards near me.
"We have a visual!" one of the Traitorus Guards, Cruixe, shouted out. ZR troops poured out of random spots in the long range of sand in front of Outpozt12. Beams of flame burst through the air, piercing the Traitorus Defence one at a time. Three ZR troops remained after four minutes of gunfire. I started to melee the last of the troops while my troops destroyed the camps around Outpozt12. That was the worst decision of my life.
Seven seconds later, the post was torn apart by an atomic explosion, and the last of us were sent to die........
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The Judgment of Regal
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Secretly, I don't have secrets.
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
Eventually, I'll rip your beating heart from its sad mantle. heart
--Arkydan-- King of Kings-- The Infinitely Burning King of Flames
Happily watching the games.
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]
[Now remember kids, he who dies with the most toys is dead.]