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The banging of bars was all that I could hear. The annoyance finally drove me to opening my eyes.
I sat up and checked my surroundings, making sure I was indeed alive.
Tall concrete walls surrounded me on all sides, except for one that was completely formed from many vertical bars. I examined them carefully. There were many cuts in them, slashes, from files? I looked at the floor beneath me, there were words scratched into the floor. It was in the orcish language.. Help me I dont want to die here But one caught my eye If I die, I die for honor. Loktar ogar! There was blood stains around this one. Though blood stains took up most of the floor, a lot of it was around this writing..
I heard the banging again and looked up at the metal bars. A tall, well armored soldier stood at the bars. His metal plate armor was silver and blue, some of it gold. It was decorated with many badges, and rewards. On the top of his shoulder pads, there sat
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The scourge had caught up with me now, they rapped their claws on the metal exo-skeleton of the gnomish battle tank.
Dammit! I knew I should have learned goblin engineering instead of this Gnomish crap! I looked back at Shaathun who was confidently readying himself for an unplanned attack. My eyes drifted up towards the hatch and I felt my subconscious usher me towards the latch. Without even thinking, I yanked on the latch, but the hatch would not budge. They must have piled onto the top. I groaned and sank down into the seat.
Shaathun placed one of his antennae on my shoulder.
I smiled slightly, trying to reassure him that everything would be okay, yet.. I was having a hard time believing that for myself. I rested my chin on my hand and sat there, helpless. The banging and scraping had become deafening now. I could barely hear my own thoughts.
Without warning, the banging stopped, it was replaced with a ear-splitting explosion. The tank tumbled around, Im
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The air was rancid with the stench of death as I jammed a make-shift key into the ignition slot. I closed my eyes hopefully as I turned the key ever so slowly.
My hopes were granted as the engine roared to life. A long sigh escaped my lips as I closed the top hatch of the tank. There were a few pounds on the sides of the vehicle, but I paid no mind to the clatter.
I took a quick breath and then slammed my foot on the gas peddle. The contraption lurched forwards, it leaned up, Clunk! Clunk! Clunk!, then it turned down.
CRAP! You sacks of flesh had better not of gotten my ride all gory! I grumbled to the blank minded zombies that were attempting to dismantle my vehicle.
I placed my hand on one of the gear controls and quickly pulled the stick all the way back. In a new found burst of energy, the tank promptly shot forwards, hitting many other minions on the scourge that dare cross its path.
I quickly searched the control panel for a screen button. As soon as I had found and c
The planet is torn apart by conflict.
We all hope we can stop this horrible war. I dont understand why the Horde wont work together with the Alliance.
. Oh wait yes I do. We HATE them. Either way, we are all digging ourselves deeper and deeper into this dark tormenting hole. With every soldier we send into battle, the larger the scourge army becomes. There has to be some way out of it, out of this horrible fate. For now, we wait, we continue to slaughter their forces, but their numbers continue to swell. Maybe Thrall will order and evacuation..? No, I doubt it. He would not turn back, Loktar Ogar! Victory or death~ Thats his motto, he lives by it, and so does his people. I partially agree.. However, If we escape to a safer place, perhaps we can increase our numbers enough to stand a chance against the lich king..
Anyways.. Back to reality.. Lets see how many scourge I can smear across the ground with a tank
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Get up! A voice ordered from a few feet away, Get up already! They tapped their foot impatiently, their impatience overtook them and the cell door flung wide open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.
GET UP! They screamed as they jammed an armored foot into Demyxias side causing her to cripple up into a ball. The soldier walked out of the room and waited for Demyxia to slowly pull herself up and hobble out of the cell. She glared weakly at the guard as he led her down the dark hallway, His gaze straight ahead.
They finally came to a large door, the one into the room Magnys was in the day before.
Get in and stand by the others. The soldier shoved her into the room and slammed the door behind her. Demyxia looked back at the door, rubbed her side, and then looked towards the middle of the room. There were about 15 other people standing in a line, their expressions were grim. Demyxia took a deep breath and stepped forwards, everyone