Story of Some Guy - Second Tiberium War - Part 1 by gufu1992, literature
Literature
Story of Some Guy - Second Tiberium War - Part 1
There is something strange about fighting machines, in my opinion. In a way, they should be a complete opposite of every soldier. Like surviving and not killing for killing sake's or whatever they come up with as an excuse to get their free mental therapy. Or at least, every sane soldier should be an opposite of a machine. I doubt the existence of such people, of course, but I prefer to live a long and cowardly life of a civilian, rather than a short and "glorious" one. Or whatever the recruiters can come up with, as an excuse to send another batch of young idiots to die. I was smarter than them, of course staying away from mili
WH40k: Stalkers and Chernobyl by gufu1992, literature
Literature
WH40k: Stalkers and Chernobyl
Chernobyl (Planet)
Allegiance: Emperium of Man
Governance: Departmentus Reclamata, Imperium-Allied Warlords
Population: Humans, Population Size Unknown (Assumed to be within tens to hundreds of thousands)
Import: Food, Weaponry, Various Technology
Export: 50 to 100 Specialized Imperial Guard Troops per a Period of Time, Artifacts
Heretical Presence: Minimal
Xeno Presence: Minimal
Mutation Presence: Very High
History
Chernobyl was a planet settled by combination of population from Valhalla and Volistad, by those who were tired by their planet's respective harsh style of life. Originally, Chernobyl was a beautiful and welcoming planet
With the last of her mittens tugged firmly on, Zenechka checked herself in the mirror. The soft brown hair poked out from under the brim of her tuque, and her neck was completely swallowed up in the fabric of her jumper.
She smiled brightly and turned to the door, extending her hand to it.
As her fingers touched the handle however, there came from somewhere outside - a blood-curdling cry.
The young woman froze on the spot, a mixture of fear and confusion evident in her face as she leaned forward, peering out the peep-hole. She could feel her heart racing, though nothing could be seen in the darkness save for the pools of light beneath the
GOD:
Next, please.
MAN:
Yes, hello again.
GOD:
I'm sorry, my memory fails me. Which one are you?
MAN:
Well, I was Martin Fry.
GOD:
I'm sorry, those records are terminated. What's your number?
MAN:
Eleven thirty-one.
GOD:
No, no, not your queue number. Your executive number, the eight-digits.
MAN:
You expect me to remember that?
GOD:
Well, it is within the seven plus-minus two limit, which you should achieve if you've reached up to level one. Or, are you the reincarnation?
MAN:
Yeah, that's right. That's what I wanted to discuss with you.
GOD:
Did you miss your stop?
MAN:
No.
GOD:
I only sent you off a few hours ago.
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