"Survival Training"
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- Armor:
- Heavy
- Gender:
- Male
- Race:
- Human
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Hey Ho! A little earlier this day "Gantz" uploadet a very cool look, which unfortunately looks a lot like mine :( I promise i didnt steal anything, i was just unlucky with the time to upload. Anyway, i prepared a story to explain the look (thats what was taking me so long). If you dont want to read the wall of text i hope you can at least enjoy the screens :D Greetingz! Report for time of absence – Corporal Thoran, 1326 AE I lost my squad in that godforsaken bog. 10 days I fought for survival until I reached the end of the swamp, just to realise, that behind its borders there’s even more marshland … I rested. I thought I’ll never get out of this hell. Then, suddenly, the earth began to shake. What I held as a nice piece of steady ground, was actually the back of a giant broodmother, buried in the mud. Full of anger, she flung her head around, tossing me into the air. While I was falling, she hit me with a devastating tail-whip, crushing my chest-armor and wounding my eye. I hit the ground several meters away; surprisingly hard ground for a swamp. The earth began to shake again. This time I fell down. There was an old shipwreck, almost completely sunken into the sludge. Immediately I was searching for a gun, mine was torn off my back while that beast knocked me over. Nothing was there. Not even swords or knifes. Cursed bandits! They take everything. I covered my eye with mud to cool the bruise. Then I found something; a huge anchor. The ceiling cracked and “mommy” fell down, struggling in the wreckage. The shipwreck was filling with water and mud, leaving me without time. I had to bring that monster down with one hit. With the anchor in my hands, I charged at the creature, ducking another tail-whip before driving my foot against the ship’s mast. I pulled up the anchor with full momentum, hitting “mommy” right in the kisser. The strike even hurled that beast through the air. I never imagined pulling off such a blow … After 4 months, the incompetent “rescue-team” finally found me. I wasn’t mad. The survival tactics and fighting strategies I learned in that unforgiving place will come in handy!