![]() i will post up some pictures of the stuff we ate but will have to get them from little rachel. been traveling and stuff so no time for the blog. Protect and serve the citizens and colonies of the Outer Rim colonies-no matter what the cost.Ok, it's been a while. So lock and load your pulse rifle, marine-you’ve got a job to do. Sometimes you’ve gotta wonder what the hell it’s all for.īut no one pays you to ask why, only to follow orders. It’s a living hell-but none of that’s as bad as the flashes of gnashing metal teeth that terrorize you every time you try to close your eyes-like some monster just split your head open and crawled inside your dreams. ![]() Welcome to war on the razor edge of space, marine-where nukes are yesterday’s news, pulse rounds are cheap and a human life is only worth its weight in stock options. ![]() Chemical attacks melt your armour, simmer your eyeballs, and fuse your helmet to your skull, while bioweapons turn your insides out and pulp you into a quivering mound of black jelly. Acrid smoke chokes down your throat before you realize what’s burning is you. Armour piercing rounds sizzle through raw flesh as plasma beams sear swollen retinas.
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