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| The Story of A Typical Terran Marine | | | Author: | | | IP: | 207.198.XXXX | | Date: | 06/01/00 07:06 | | Game Type: | Starcraft | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 2, Max: 4, Min: 2
Lifetime Rating for Ethel_The_Frog: 3.0000 |   | Upon graduating from the barracks after many seconds of intense training, I was issued my combat suit and gauss rifle. Upon stepping out of the barracks, I was greeted by the sight of several hungry zerglings rampaging through our base. Glowering through my faceplate, I spoke up in a harsh, challenging voice: "You wanna piece of me, boy?" And boy did they ever! Those damn zerglings charged and took several pieces, leaving me a bloody splat and a helmet on the ground before I got off two miserable shots.
After several seconds of military training at the barracks, I stepped out of the barracks just in time to see the steadily decomposing corpse of my buddy Jim just outside the door. All that was left was a helmet and rifle, all slicked with gore. Spying the six-legged culprits what done it, I shouted over to the zerglings: "You wanna piece of me, boy?" With animalistic shrieks ululating through the air, the pack animals bounded toward me. I fired a couple of times, but their savage claws ripped me limb from limb before I could kill even one.
After several seconds of harsh, disciplined training that was made even more complicated by the fact that our barracks was on fire, I was handed my diploma, suit, gun, etc, then kicked out the door. I was quickly greeted by the sight of two bloody smears on the ground and more than a dozen zerglings shredding our beloved barracks. Turning back to the now closed hatch, I could see my drill instructor peeping out through the porthole, grinning at me and giving me the thumbs up. But, fuck that. I got better things to do. Injecting a dose of stimulants into my system, I took off. |
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