>>6022793 We wont accept this roll because I hadn't put the names into a random number generator just yet >>6022781>>6022762>>6022754<span class="mu-s"> DEATH </span>
As the squad bursts out of the tank hatch, K-3331 immediately stumbles, his leg giving way to pain. He rolls into a mud ditch face first. Its 15 inches deep and the mud is rancid, tasting like oil. The water laps at his face, he's underwater now. He tries to push up from the mud but his arms sick further in.
<span class="mu-i"> "Slow down. You're panicking"</span> He thinks to himself but the terror is there: hes sinking further into the mud, the cold water covering his face. <span class="mu-i"> "Is this how a soldier of Krieg dies?" </span>
V-0899 sees his corporal fall into the mud and goes to help him but a lasbolt streaks in front of him!
<span class="mu-i"> "Sniper! </span> He shouts out, diving behind a crumbled concrete wall. V-0899 breathes in... out...in...out and looks over the wall. In the distance, the tell tale sign of a scope glinting in the hazy dusk light. A red flash and the bolt hits the concrete wall, sending concrete spraying into his face.
In order to save the corporal, he'd have to take out the sniper.
P-7752 stumbled past V-0899, shooting pain going through his leg, the stimms doing little to dull the pain. He screams, the pain too unbearable to suffer through. He shambles past a concrete wall, his leg catching on something buried in the dirt, falling over. <span class="mu-i"> "Sniper! </span> he hears someone yell, their voice a dull thump in the background, pain consuming his entire world. He tries to get up and hears a click under his hand as his hand depresses an inch into the ground.
<span class="mu-i"> "Mine!" </span> He screams inside his own head
