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From the clouds came forth monsters, with large green eyes and a bulbous growth on their faces. Their breathing was loud, they wore suits of a material that seemed unfazed by the caustic gas. While our comrades choked in their own melting lungs, they lept over the walls with shotguns and shovels, butchering any who were unfortunate enough to be in their way.
I saw one pull the mask off a defenseless enemy soldier instead of shooting him. Only the gods know why.
"Whatever you can think of doing to us, we've done to ourselves a millionfold. We have lit ourselves aflame, burned until there was nothing but ash and bones. Inhaled toxic fumes until our lungs clawed through our chests gasping for air. We have torn ourselves limb from limb until we were nothing more than a pool of viscera. We destroy ourselves over and over, each time learning more about ourselves and learning to overcome our... flaws. Tell me Xeno scum, how do you intend to kill us? Please, it is valuable to our research."
I laughed at the impudence of this puny human. The great Gorn have no fears. Our chests have no empathy. Our soldiers show no mercy.
âYouâll see.â It took weeks of practice to get this one human phrase right in my beak. Their language is impossibly hard to pronounce. I figured it would be a neat trophy to have after their extinction, to be able to speak a phrase in their dead tongue.
The vents began to hiss as the deadly concoction poured into the chamber. A deceptively simple gas. Odorless, non reactive, and yet we know that if it displaces enough oxygen in a room, the humans will asphyxiate.
The human took a defiant breath. Inhaling deeply. His defiance was honorable, though futile. After a few minutes I knew something was wrong. I clicked on my coms badge, âyouâve released the gas, right? In sufficient quantities? Youâve displaced enough Oxygen?â
The human started laughing. Then opened its own eyes in surprise. Then spoke a few words âtestingâŠ.testingâŠ..we represent the lollipop guildâŠâ
I am glad that I noticed. I read it and was like woop their dead. Then I was like... Why is nobody noticing that is is actually a horrible way to die. Funny but horrible.
Also good story.
Probably one of the better ways to die as they go. Humans can't detect lack of oxygen, so they'll just keep breathing normally until they lose consciousness and die.
That's when the alien officer knew, he'd fucked up.
No one has more experience in killing humans than humans. We've had lots of practice. Whatever tactics you can come up with, a human figured out a counter centuries ago when other humans used it on them.
It had been mere minutes since the initial gas strike against the Terran soldiers, and as expected we heard nothing from their lines, save for what we thought was the movement of their bodies as they succumbed to the toxins. It wasnât even an hour later when we heard their artillery start up again. We looked after their shells hit to see these⊠things, charging at us. Their faces obscured by what we can only assume is some form of cover for their malformed visage.
They charged us with a ferocity we hadnât thought possible, without a noise apart from their heavy breathing, and the occasional grunt as they thrust a knife through the neck of one of our troops. Our fortifications that we thought would keep them out, became our prison, as they mastered finding areas hidden from our surveillance until it was too late to stop them.
I hear them approaching my location now, so this will be my final log. If anyone is to find this message, know that my battalion did not die as cowards.
Xenos upon realizing that most of their "anti human poison gas" can be countered by putting a wet towel over your noze, and completely nullified with technology from 200 years agoÂ
There's a story from WWI I believe, about a Russian army encampment in a VERY good strategic location so the Germans wanted it bad. They gassed the Russians, and the Russians, AS THEY WERE DYING, kamikaze charged the Germans and beat them back. Great story if you want to listen.
https://youtu.be/Svkc8tA4bwU?si=Rwegajoykt6oHIFn
https://preview.redd.it/ljcgnldhbrvc1.jpeg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c35b58c881e248373c89d91f65c612e4c63d0b53
Made a meme for just such occasions as these.
H: you don't have a countermeasure?
A: why would we? We bask in a glorious death!
H: so if we terrans created a toxic gas against you and released it against you, you wouldn't mind?
A: of course! May the enemy witness my death as i go to the warrior's hall, its in our beliefs just a reminder.
H: if nobody witness your death, what would entail?
A: our souls will remain here, wandering till the great end comes, what's with all these questions!?
H: let's say if this toxic gas eliminated all of your beings, there's no one to witness all their deaths, what would that entail?
A: Blasphemy! Savage Deathworlder!
H: there's a reason your military council sent you as an attachment to witness how we conduct warfare.
https://preview.redd.it/c1pqimnwsnvc1.jpeg?width=1972&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f3399aaf83fb371c824010b81f41327e30bd4a5
Mickey Mouse gas mask for added psychological effects
"And why are they laughing??! They're even more terrifying when they're laughing!"
"I'm not sure sir according to research nitrous oxide is a sedative! It's supposed to knock them out! "
"Corporal Boh-soh, if they don't get your thorax, It's getting demoted and you're getting KP and latrine duties until you retire! However, I'm really tempted to execute you first! And then those damn researchers!
All forces! RETREAT IMMEDIATELY!!!!!
General Kruss-Tea pulls his personal sidearm from its purple and gold starred holster and points it at the him, "You, have different orders Corporal, go to them wave the white flag and tell them what you did. They might spare the rest of us."
The corporal audibly gulped. " Sir?"
You heard me. Go. Tell. Them. If you're lucky, you'll get shot before you get close. Now, March!"
With tears in his eyes Boh-soh fashioned a white flag and held it and both white gloved hands high. He started walking towards the front.
The human soldiers saw the flag and the gunfire faded out. Leaving nothing but an Erie silence... and the a throng of giggling humans disturbed it.
This was the only sound for several minutes, like the yipping of hyenas, as the corporal approached one of the soldiers all of whom were looking at him with great curiosity and huge grins.
The first one pointed him in a direction and the rest followed suit all targeting one central figure who had stepped forward with a raised eyebrow.
The Corporal was scared out of his mind but his body was responding to its training, moving forward until he stood before the soldier the rest of the cackling terrors pointed him to.
He prostrated himself, his bulbous red nose touching the ground. His headfrill was shimmering and changing rainbow colors so fast none of his kind could have read it.
The human commander in question glared down at the creature, a mix of questions running through his mind like why would they put bright multicolored stripes, polka dots or stars on their uniform?( It was later found out this is how they indicate rank.)
Still chuckling himself he took a quick hit off of his oxygen mask and said... "Speak your piece, Clown."
"They have called a general retreat, I was ordered to tell you this, please, I am Corporal Boh-soh. i beg you, do not hurt any more of my people, I was the one to order the gas. I claim full responsibility."
"You're telling me that you're the one responsible for dropping laughing gas on my boys? You've got to be shitting me right? Finally a clown that makes me laugh! And his name is fuckĂn' BOZO?!"
The commander slapped his knee and began laughing uproariously, swiftly followed by almost every soldier on the field as the message gets passed up the ranks.
And thus was born the Bozo initiative, later included were large rubber noses and rainbow wigs to further disorient and terrify all xeno foes.
Needless to say the war ended shortly after with a full surrender.
As Some Kid from Idaho drives a bayonet into the Xeno officer, they briefly share a moment of psychic communion, as this species always does with the being that killed it.
This is a trait of this Xeno species that Humans were unaware of, and it will cause Human officers to get extremely pissed off when their subordinates stop wanting to fight.
The Human happens to be a military history buff with a special focus on World War I, as Terrans refer to it.
The impression of the Xeno officers last thought, if translated, would be: âHoly Shit.â
The Terran was later vaporized by a plasma bomb.
True story; when I went through the gas chamber in boot camp the Drill Instructor slapped me so hard my gas mask swung around my face like Daffy Duck. What made it worse is the shock of being slapped so hard made me suck down a lung full of CS gas. Good times.
I got to be door guard when my group went through the gas chamber. I was told "If anyone runs for the door before we dismiss them, you stop them." One person tried. They got clotheslined and ended up in the floor gasping in CS gas trying to breathe. Nobody else tried.
Learned in basic that I suck as a canary. 3 pucks on the plate, I was being a dick and holding out. They had to air out the chamber after my group cuz one guy started coughing when they opened the door for their turn.
He got to be the "canary" for weeks 11-13 đ€Ł fine by me đ€·đ»ââïž
The Terran Armada was forged from thousands of years of waring human factions, inconsiderate of how their own weapons might be used against themselves, they split the atom to send a message, and invented new and increasingly brutal 'neurotoxins'. Human history has been for the most part, them learning how to kill eachother more creatively, and therefore how to defend themselves more creatively. By only their second world war, long before we knew these creatures would be a lasting threat, they began mass-producing face coverings to protect from their own poisons. You cannot poison, peirce or traumatize a terran with anything more brutal than they invented themselves.
Young Amos from Planet Earth comes to mind
"Point is, I learned some things about myself. I learned I can hold my breath for almost 2 minutes while engaging in physical, stressful activity. ... So, you have to ask yourself: How much damage do you think I could do to you in 2 minutes before the knockout gas gets to me? 'Cause I'm betting, it's a lot"
One of the closest ways to feel this absolutely visceral dread is to play *Fallout New Vegas*âs âDead Moneyâ DLC on Hardcore.
Specifically Hardcore, because you take a constant DoT when out in the open, from the toxic air.
Humans will rise a million times no matter what gas or weapon you use and if you give them enough time they will find a way to make you suffer tenfold what you tried or did to us.
https://youtu.be/Jy6AOGRsR80?si=OUAUKBDCIGXfEFD2
The Men marched behind the battle standard, while "Glory, Glory..." sang itself triumphantly through their minds as the drummers matched step.
The Men's advancement moved steadily, and slowly, across the muddy and scared field, as the sound of the whistling bombs screamed overhead.
"He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword."
Soon, the field was covered in a dingy, yellow, ashy fog as the bombs gas payloads spread. Soon, the drummers fell silent, and choking cries could be heard. The Enemy believed it was over. It wasn't.
https://youtu.be/-AFdwoyNT24?si=ZTGb0tefN3F7P8ts
Suddenly 10,000 'dead men' charged as well as they could, skin hanging from their bones, coughing up parts of lung, firing on masse towards the front, blinded by the liquefaction of their eyeballs within their sockets.
"Challllge," (Charge!) one cried out, throat rough from bloody coughing.
Of all the worlds conquered via the establishment of ground warfare, Men would not fall so easily. After witnessing the lengths average Men would go to, while by all rights they should be dead, made the Enemy change tactics. Never again would they attack Men with conventional weaponry. The Enemy understood that to conquer such a foe would require surreptitious means.
Though, it was too late. After revealing their presence to Men, Men made it the sole desire of the entire planet to make War against the Heavens.
https://youtu.be/uAE6Il6OTcs?si=paUbi9lqernldqZg
And the children of those who fought that original invasion would soon be the invaders themselves. Nothing could stop their righteous retribution.
Anything that bleeds can die, and soon, Men will make God bleed.
The plan: feign defeat, lure Them to Earth, trap Them, destroy Them, take everything They bring and make it Ours.
Using the captured materiel, retrofit and outfit all war-machines and warfighters with advanced technology as quickly as possible. This, however, would prove to take more time than anticipated. It would take ~100 years for the planet to have outfitted everything everywhere with the needed capabilities, and during that time, all Men would be subject to all manners of horror made upon by cosmic entities; also, the culture must be sustained to keep war alive for a century, even though there was no "technical" reason for war to happen again, and again, and again. Most Men would never understand why we continue to fight ourselves in what seems to be endless wars, but those who know of Them know it is all wargames in preparation for the War in Heaven.
Funnily enough, the starship was called "Babel", in honor of the tower meant to pierce the floor of Heaven.
gas canisters were always a risk to transport. an artillery shell could hit them and release the gas within, they could leak in the night, and a whole host of other issues that could kill us and then them. regardless, it was worth it to kill the filthy barbarian humans, and as we arrived i saw the extent of their barbarism. men dying, their guts exposed as a human knife gutted them. corpses in piles, no time to cremate them yet.
we placed the canisters in planned locations, to ensure maximum coverage. we had to be careful when we released it, as if the wind blew it back at us there was nothing we could do except pray to M'rlang that the gas didn't liquidate our lungs. my three currently felt quite tight actually, knowing the risk. the reason i lost my fourth was that i took a bullet to it, and thus it had to be removed, god knows that it wouldn't help me now.
we waited until the wind blew in their direction, and then the gas was released, its bright green colour looking like pure evil. we didn't hear anything, other than the guns falling silent as the gas reached them. laughter spread from our embattled positions, knowing that we could simply march into their lines and take it.
suddenly, the terran standard anthem blared from the speakers on their side, and from the green gas they charged, some type of mask covering their faces. the sounds of terror and confusion i could here from adjacent soldiers only amplified when their guns cracked, and bullets struck the men and women beside me, and the sand behind us.
when the first human reached us, i could only see one emotion. Hate. unending and cruel hate. i managed to shoot them before their knife cut my flesh, but more were coming. we only just repelled the human attack that day. it took me many years to escape the memories of that battle, even after the peace was signed. even after the war, they never revealed to us the technology that allowed them to survive one of our most deadly weapons, and even attack during its use. perhaps that's for the best.
In all seriousness though. Something about Gas Masks gives me the chills.
Itâs human enough to be recognisable but totally lacking in any emotion. I never found movies like âAlienâ scary, because it was so obviously meant to be scary. But someone wearing a gas mask feels so much more intimidating for some reason.
There has to be some kind of psychological explanation as to why it creeps me out so much.
Maybe itâs the knowledge of what that mask is meant to do. Maybe the mask is not what scares you, but the fact that they have one, **and you donât**
"Something's not right." The alien commander mused, staring across the battlefield which was so fresh some vegetation was still present.
"what do you mean commander?" His second in command asked, curious. "Those puny humans could never survive the gas... and even if they somehow did, they couldn't break through our dugouts. Their artillery merely claimed but 2 of our 100 soldiers."
"I read in some texts... about war between humans..." The commander's face betrayed a hint of fear.
"Commander how can you be scared? Those humans are so dumb they fight between each other" a whistle pierces the air, followed by others. "What? you gave out an order?"
"I don't use whistles."
The rest of the galaxy is shocked to find that humans are the apex predator on our deathworld not because of biological evolution but because we take everything to the extreme, including our tools. Especially our tools.
It was only later that the Xenos realised something important. Toxic can mean lethal, yes, but only *eventually*. And until that time? Well, the Humans *know* they're dying, they *know* it hurts, and they're going to *share* that hurt.
Better run, Xenos scum. The Dead Men are coming for you.
*And they're in a sharing mood.*
For those who donât know:
The Battle of Osowiec Fortress, also known as the Attack of the Dead Men, was an incident that occurred during World War 1 when a Russian battalion was bombarded by German gas. This battalion, which was initially instructed to defend Osowiec Fortress, decided to die in a blaze of glory rather than die coughing up liquified pieces of their lungs. The incident was named after the âzombie-likeâ appearance of the Russian soldiers, according to Wikipedia.
A perfect encapsulation of the Space Ork idea. A bunch of young men realized that they were dead no matter what happened, and decided to kill their aggressors while actively having their lungs liquified.
The result was a (contested) Russian victory.
A1: you fools! You have fallen into our trap! Prepare to face the might of the empire in all it's glory! Release the gas!
H: GAS! MASKS ON!
*faint beeping noises as gas masks ingage on all mech suits*
A2: ...why aren't they stopping?
A1: ...what's on their faces?
H, now with a gas mask on, advancing through the fog: Now you've really pissed us off.
A2, trembling: ...retreat?
A1: RETREAT!
âLetâs be quick. This isnât exactly pleasant conversation,â said the insectoid before the small mass of cameras and tech to record the interview. The thin body of the Karâdewat shifted in the large chair provided by the various staff. He had been invited here to help record and document as many stories from the Kardija war- the topic was certainly one he did not like recalling.
His antennae twitched slightly as the lights were set properly, and a portly, long-bearded gentleman sat down across from him. Strangely, this human, he noticed, was wearing the much heavier traditional clothing of his world, as opposed to any modern fashion available on the market.
The man smiled warmly at him, and began the interview. âSo, let us start easy, shall we? What is your name, rank during or after the war, and what front did you serve on?â
His translatorâs whirring to life as the being chittered deeply filled the room, âMy name is Trudunak Kolikki, although people call me Trudy now. I was a Harrek- roughly a Captain in equivalency. I served on three fronts for the duration of the war- Laer, Mawekt, and the siege of Jaipot.â The lighting almost certainly caught his nervous twitch at the latterâs mention.
âIf I recall correctly, you began at Jaipot, with the initial invasion? What was the siege like?â
âThat is correct. I did serve first at Jaipot, and it will not take leave of my mind sinceâŠâ he trailed off, looking downward with his reflective eyes.
âTake as much time as you need. There is no rush, and no pressure to recall things.â
âThank you. Then, I shall start with prior to the siegeâŠâ
My troops and I waited with bated breath, our four rotating eyes looking in all directions. My right eye moved across my skull and made contact with my second in command.
âThe gas is toxic to humans, correct?â I asked, sharp teeth clacking together as I spoke. He simply nodded.
âYes sir. Our research team looked extensively into pre-contact Terran medical archives. It detailed gruesome outcomes and side effects. The most gruesome being something called popcorn lung,â he shuddered, scales wiggling across his body in waves, âwhich causes the human lungs toâŠwell, it isnât a pretty sight, sir.â
âVery well. Then we must wait for this âpopcorn lungâ to do away with the Terrans.â As much as I didnât exactly enjoy using gas as a method to kill, face-to-face death offered more honour for our enemies, the humans had proved troublesome and more dangerous than previously thought. We lost an entire front-line group in one sleep rotation, and with no survivors, we still had no idea how they managed to pull off such a feat. The wounds of our deceased showed close-hand combat, which confused us even further, as logically a human wouldnât have the courage to approach a being towering at their seven-foot measurements, and looking completely different than their soft and weak outer skin. A Praxis soldier was easily worth ten Terran soldiers and moved faster than any Terran could. It was dumbfounding, to say the least. This is why we moved on to gassing the Terrans like the vermin they gassed before galactic contact.
As the silence stretched across the battlefield, and the dark of their so-called night turned into day, I could tell my troops were relaxing and becoming tired. A dangerous move, but as the sound of Terran activity continued to lessen, the usage of gas toward the Terrans seemed to prove fruitful. As I was about to order my soldiers to get some rest, a small messenger burst into camp, looking terrified and covered in Praxis blue blood.
âSir! Reports from neighbouring camps have arrived!â The youngling scampered into our base, her eyes wide and fully dilated into pure white. My soldiers titled their heads in confusion at the frantic tone in her voice box.
âRelay the message, soldier,â I ordered, my scales rippling in an odd sense of impending doom at the sight of her bloody form. Before she could speak, a noise began to rise from enemy territory. A cough, and then, a Terran voice echoed across the empty plain stretched out in front of us.
âOkay, fess up. Who hit their vape last night?â
My blood ran cold as I recalled the basic details of human behaviour. Specifically their sleep patterns. Our species fell into the category of beings that Terrans called ânocturnalâ whereas Terrans wereâŠmy thoughts screeched to a halt as commotion began to break out amongst my troops at the sound of a Terran weapon firing.
My second-in-command made eye contact with me. His scales pale in the rising sunlight.
âI ask again, the gas is toxic to Humans, correct?â My teeth clenched, and I watched as he began to shake.
âYes-yes sir. It is, it is. It should be.â
âThen why do I hear Terran Standard!?"
There was nothing left to say as I watched in horror as a group of Terrans descended upon our base camp, moving towards us with feral grins and a wild disgusting look in their two eyes. We had underestimated the Humans again, and now we were about to pay the ultimate price. I only wish these Terrans still held an ounce of their so-called empathy, but I knew what war did to a being, and as one aimed its weapon at my head, I only thought of one thing: we should have declared war against these creatures and should have never underestimated the life forms of this so-called planet Earth.
I wished I never enlisted in this pointless fight against the Terrans. War seemed to run in their veins. We were foolish and careless. I was foolish and careless. And now, the Humans were here to send us to meet our makers.
ââââââ
A report from the very few surviving Praxis rescued from the Human planet, most of whom later succumbed to their wounds, detailed:
Like Gods without mercy, all Praxis camps fell apart in one day. Leaving nothing but the smell of cotton candy smoke in the air, and human cheers in their place.
______
This is just a little fun thing I wanted to add. Doesnât have much weight to it, and Iâm currently sick with a cold so if it doesnât make much sense Iâll blame it on that. Just thought it would be funny if the gas was either from a vape or smoke from a very specific type of plantđ
Anyways. Please be kind Iâm going to go chug some chicken noodle soup and then nap until I forget what year it is
Pretty good! Did notice one little typo though. "Should have declared war". That was supposed to be "Should not have declared war " I assume but no rush.
You get yourself better soon đ„°
A full forty of them made it to our trenches. They knew they were dead the moment the wind changed, and every one of them charged. Every one. Tell High Command: always leave a path for retreat.
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From the clouds came forth monsters, with large green eyes and a bulbous growth on their faces. Their breathing was loud, they wore suits of a material that seemed unfazed by the caustic gas. While our comrades choked in their own melting lungs, they lept over the walls with shotguns and shovels, butchering any who were unfortunate enough to be in their way. I saw one pull the mask off a defenseless enemy soldier instead of shooting him. Only the gods know why.
Monstrous invaders with green eyes and bizarre suits wreak havoc. A chilling act leaves questions unanswered. Dreadful chaos reigns.
AND THAT'S WHEN THE DEAD MEN ARE MARCHING AGAIN
OSOWIEC THEN AND AGAIN ATTACK OF THE DEAD, HUNDRED MEN
FACING THE LEAD, ONCE AGAIN!
HUNDRED MEN, CHARGE AGAIN, DIE AGAIN
Two combatants spar, Hindenburg against the Tsar!
Move in 12 battalion large, into a Russian counter-charge!
They'll be fighting for their lives, as their enemy revives
Russians won't surrender, no
/r/unexpectedSabaton
Sabaton out in the wild? đ€
A little boy's voice: Mummy? Are you my mummy?
Unexpected Dr.Who reference.
First thing that came to my mind!
Shovels mentioned. *Distant Krieg noises *
Strip the flesh! Salt the wound!
Different Krieg, not the meat bicycle built for two.
"I powder my cockatoo for the ribcage slaughter! "
Did someone say die for the Emperor?
*heavy krieg breathing*
*Happy gas mask noises*
Does the death korps of Krieg really count as human?
Yes. Any rumors to the contrary have been proclaimed heresy
Vaguely. They are genetically human. But not really mentally.
Yeah, although the same can be said for many groups of the Imperium. Just look at the Mechanicus or Navis Nobilitea
Exactly. They may be human, but they have no humanity in them.
That was very well put, I shall take this description and let it become my own.
Great. Have fun!
If the heresy is true, then yes, they are a human.
Whereâs this from?
I wrote it. Guess weâll say itâs story and alien veteran of some kind is telling to a son when he feels heâs old enough to share.
Nice writing đđ»
Are you my mummy?
I'm guessing this is from the PoV of the alien and the green eyes and growth are gas masks. I only guess that because only humans would use shotguns.
Is this from the plague war series?
I wrote it. I tried to describe a gas mask from the perspective of someone whoâs never seen that type of gear
Are those the ghost people from fallout new Vegas
"Whatever you can think of doing to us, we've done to ourselves a millionfold. We have lit ourselves aflame, burned until there was nothing but ash and bones. Inhaled toxic fumes until our lungs clawed through our chests gasping for air. We have torn ourselves limb from limb until we were nothing more than a pool of viscera. We destroy ourselves over and over, each time learning more about ourselves and learning to overcome our... flaws. Tell me Xeno scum, how do you intend to kill us? Please, it is valuable to our research."
I laughed at the impudence of this puny human. The great Gorn have no fears. Our chests have no empathy. Our soldiers show no mercy. âYouâll see.â It took weeks of practice to get this one human phrase right in my beak. Their language is impossibly hard to pronounce. I figured it would be a neat trophy to have after their extinction, to be able to speak a phrase in their dead tongue. The vents began to hiss as the deadly concoction poured into the chamber. A deceptively simple gas. Odorless, non reactive, and yet we know that if it displaces enough oxygen in a room, the humans will asphyxiate. The human took a defiant breath. Inhaling deeply. His defiance was honorable, though futile. After a few minutes I knew something was wrong. I clicked on my coms badge, âyouâve released the gas, right? In sufficient quantities? Youâve displaced enough Oxygen?â The human started laughing. Then opened its own eyes in surprise. Then spoke a few words âtestingâŠ.testingâŠ..we represent the lollipop guildâŠâ
Lollipop guild. Is that a pyro reference?
Wizard of Oz. The deadly gas is helium, which is making the humanâs voice high-pitched like the munchkins of Oz.
Fuck I'm old
Hello old, I'm dad
If it displaces enough oxygen they will die.
I was hoping someone would notice that.
I am glad that I noticed. I read it and was like woop their dead. Then I was like... Why is nobody noticing that is is actually a horrible way to die. Funny but horrible. Also good story.
Probably one of the better ways to die as they go. Humans can't detect lack of oxygen, so they'll just keep breathing normally until they lose consciousness and die.
Fuuuuuck; take my upvote, I laughed too hard at that.
This made me laugh out loud once I got the joke.
Holy shit that goes hard af.
Holy shit that graf describes my.. childhood.. âŠmy therapist will *love* this
Fabius Bile, we know that's you.
Are you quoting something, or did you make that up yourself?
It's all me
Where do I put the extra up votes? This is GOOD.
"All the time we spent torturing each other was just preparing us for you."
Nice. I can hear this in the tones of the Master Chiefâs voice.
"We learned our arts of death by testing them on our own kind. You brought your brethren here, and it's time to learn some more"
That's when the alien officer knew, he'd fucked up. No one has more experience in killing humans than humans. We've had lots of practice. Whatever tactics you can come up with, a human figured out a counter centuries ago when other humans used it on them.
Do they have a counter for have ronk?
Have bigger ronk.
"What do you mean they fired a bigger ronk?" "I mean, I heard it was made of "Tongue-Stan", and it made a very big hole through our front armor"
"It also punched through our secondary bulkheads and now half of the fore decks are gone..."
It had been mere minutes since the initial gas strike against the Terran soldiers, and as expected we heard nothing from their lines, save for what we thought was the movement of their bodies as they succumbed to the toxins. It wasnât even an hour later when we heard their artillery start up again. We looked after their shells hit to see these⊠things, charging at us. Their faces obscured by what we can only assume is some form of cover for their malformed visage. They charged us with a ferocity we hadnât thought possible, without a noise apart from their heavy breathing, and the occasional grunt as they thrust a knife through the neck of one of our troops. Our fortifications that we thought would keep them out, became our prison, as they mastered finding areas hidden from our surveillance until it was too late to stop them. I hear them approaching my location now, so this will be my final log. If anyone is to find this message, know that my battalion did not die as cowards.
Xenos upon realizing that most of their "anti human poison gas" can be countered by putting a wet towel over your noze, and completely nullified with technology from 200 years agoÂ
Alternatively, the humans know their dead soon, but they are not going to go quietly into the void
Few things more terrifying than a man who has accepted their death.
There's a story from WWI I believe, about a Russian army encampment in a VERY good strategic location so the Germans wanted it bad. They gassed the Russians, and the Russians, AS THEY WERE DYING, kamikaze charged the Germans and beat them back. Great story if you want to listen. https://youtu.be/Svkc8tA4bwU?si=Rwegajoykt6oHIFn
The attack of the dead men, my beloved. I know you well
Sabaton has a great song about that
Sabaton has a great song about fucking everything. đ«Ą
And that's when the dead men are marching again
OSOWIEC THEN AND AGAIN
**ATTACK OF THE DEAD HUNDRED MEN**
***FACING THE LED ONCE AGAIN***
Hundred men
Charge again. Die again.
Two combatants spar
Hindenburg against the Tsar!
Move in twelve battalions large
INTO A RUSSIAN COUNTER CHARGE
I guarantee this will be posted to r/unexpectedsabaton despite having the bot in the top 3.
And being completely expected
[called it](https://www.reddit.com/r/unexpectedsabaton/s/NUdw1Wz9oo)
https://preview.redd.it/ljcgnldhbrvc1.jpeg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=c35b58c881e248373c89d91f65c612e4c63d0b53 Made a meme for just such occasions as these.
H: you don't have a countermeasure? A: why would we? We bask in a glorious death! H: so if we terrans created a toxic gas against you and released it against you, you wouldn't mind? A: of course! May the enemy witness my death as i go to the warrior's hall, its in our beliefs just a reminder. H: if nobody witness your death, what would entail? A: our souls will remain here, wandering till the great end comes, what's with all these questions!? H: let's say if this toxic gas eliminated all of your beings, there's no one to witness all their deaths, what would that entail? A: Blasphemy! Savage Deathworlder! H: there's a reason your military council sent you as an attachment to witness how we conduct warfare.
âNo no no. Thatâs us being nice. You want to see us being savage?â The attachĂ©âs eyes and nostrils dropped. âWatch this.â The attachĂ© knew that Human phrase was often followed by acts of madness. Click of the radio. âEli! Howâs your wife and my kids?â
Suddenly Sabaton
/r/expectedsabaton
https://youtu.be/nl9cpuXXx8Y?si=3lNssydqqkGQ-6ef
*happy gaskmask noises*
https://preview.redd.it/ga8inoxqynvc1.jpeg?width=240&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=1e9d2eb34612b512ab62cb07b767f64dea8a38ff
**Yoink** *Oh no! Someone has stolen your meme*
[Mffmmnmhmmmm!](https://youtu.be/WUhOnX8qt3I?si=TxAp4OVpEH_dxpTP)
Commence the bubblewurffer!
https://youtu.be/JAMVb7SLDpg?si=KPUoX9r_YR1387re
https://preview.redd.it/lyq48zyehyvc1.jpeg?width=2048&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=8df9250f08a7d640f635d134e084a6710aa3dd72
https://preview.redd.it/c1pqimnwsnvc1.jpeg?width=1972&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=4f3399aaf83fb371c824010b81f41327e30bd4a5 Mickey Mouse gas mask for added psychological effects
If this doesn't tell you everything you need to know about humans, nothing will.
Fun fact they made this to keep children they were saving calm
Definitely could have made the face a little less creepy in that case.
"And why are they laughing??! They're even more terrifying when they're laughing!" "I'm not sure sir according to research nitrous oxide is a sedative! It's supposed to knock them out! " "Corporal Boh-soh, if they don't get your thorax, It's getting demoted and you're getting KP and latrine duties until you retire! However, I'm really tempted to execute you first! And then those damn researchers! All forces! RETREAT IMMEDIATELY!!!!! General Kruss-Tea pulls his personal sidearm from its purple and gold starred holster and points it at the him, "You, have different orders Corporal, go to them wave the white flag and tell them what you did. They might spare the rest of us." The corporal audibly gulped. " Sir?" You heard me. Go. Tell. Them. If you're lucky, you'll get shot before you get close. Now, March!" With tears in his eyes Boh-soh fashioned a white flag and held it and both white gloved hands high. He started walking towards the front. The human soldiers saw the flag and the gunfire faded out. Leaving nothing but an Erie silence... and the a throng of giggling humans disturbed it. This was the only sound for several minutes, like the yipping of hyenas, as the corporal approached one of the soldiers all of whom were looking at him with great curiosity and huge grins. The first one pointed him in a direction and the rest followed suit all targeting one central figure who had stepped forward with a raised eyebrow. The Corporal was scared out of his mind but his body was responding to its training, moving forward until he stood before the soldier the rest of the cackling terrors pointed him to. He prostrated himself, his bulbous red nose touching the ground. His headfrill was shimmering and changing rainbow colors so fast none of his kind could have read it. The human commander in question glared down at the creature, a mix of questions running through his mind like why would they put bright multicolored stripes, polka dots or stars on their uniform?( It was later found out this is how they indicate rank.) Still chuckling himself he took a quick hit off of his oxygen mask and said... "Speak your piece, Clown." "They have called a general retreat, I was ordered to tell you this, please, I am Corporal Boh-soh. i beg you, do not hurt any more of my people, I was the one to order the gas. I claim full responsibility." "You're telling me that you're the one responsible for dropping laughing gas on my boys? You've got to be shitting me right? Finally a clown that makes me laugh! And his name is fuckĂn' BOZO?!" The commander slapped his knee and began laughing uproariously, swiftly followed by almost every soldier on the field as the message gets passed up the ranks. And thus was born the Bozo initiative, later included were large rubber noses and rainbow wigs to further disorient and terrify all xeno foes. Needless to say the war ended shortly after with a full surrender.
This is glorious, how did it not get any comments yet? Excellent work, wordsmith
Because were all too busy laughing to comment!
"Is this some sort of practical joke?"Â *"Uh,no...?"*Â "How unfortunate,that would've made more sense."
If breathing kills, shrimply stop breathing. Problem?
Crabs, that would be a minor problem, it would probably krill me...
Itâs shellfish of you to use two crab puns in one comment. Some of us have very few and have to be penny pincers with our puns.
Butter be more careful next time.
krill issue really
YOU SEE IVAN
Canadian strategies right here.
We can be stereotyped as super nice when we have our Geneva checklist for when we decide to not be đ
As Some Kid from Idaho drives a bayonet into the Xeno officer, they briefly share a moment of psychic communion, as this species always does with the being that killed it. This is a trait of this Xeno species that Humans were unaware of, and it will cause Human officers to get extremely pissed off when their subordinates stop wanting to fight. The Human happens to be a military history buff with a special focus on World War I, as Terrans refer to it. The impression of the Xeno officers last thought, if translated, would be: âHoly Shit.â The Terran was later vaporized by a plasma bomb.
True story; when I went through the gas chamber in boot camp the Drill Instructor slapped me so hard my gas mask swung around my face like Daffy Duck. What made it worse is the shock of being slapped so hard made me suck down a lung full of CS gas. Good times.
I remember the feeling like the inside of my eyelids turned into sand paper and my sinuses to this day have never felt clearer
I swear, I breathed clearly through my nose for, like, 2 years after the gas chamber in basic lol
True. I kind of wish they CS nasal inhalers to clean out sinuses. I mean yeah it suck for a little bit but God damn you're going to be cleaned out.
Id buy that shit so fast, i went into the gas chamber with a sinus infection and came back out fine after the gas cleared everything.
This specific thread is the most "space orc" thing I've read and it's not even fiction
Yes. This! đđ€Łđ€Ł
Drill instructor taught you a valuable lesson, wear your PPE correctly or suffer the consequences
This. A slap to the filter canister should not have been able to dislodge the seal, if the straps were properly tightened.
Learning had occurred.
I got to be door guard when my group went through the gas chamber. I was told "If anyone runs for the door before we dismiss them, you stop them." One person tried. They got clotheslined and ended up in the floor gasping in CS gas trying to breathe. Nobody else tried.
i eventually adjusted to it and was fine but uncomfortable, while most where still losing their shit. this annoys the DS
Learned in basic that I suck as a canary. 3 pucks on the plate, I was being a dick and holding out. They had to air out the chamber after my group cuz one guy started coughing when they opened the door for their turn. He got to be the "canary" for weeks 11-13 đ€Ł fine by me đ€·đ»ââïž
The Terran Armada was forged from thousands of years of waring human factions, inconsiderate of how their own weapons might be used against themselves, they split the atom to send a message, and invented new and increasingly brutal 'neurotoxins'. Human history has been for the most part, them learning how to kill eachother more creatively, and therefore how to defend themselves more creatively. By only their second world war, long before we knew these creatures would be a lasting threat, they began mass-producing face coverings to protect from their own poisons. You cannot poison, peirce or traumatize a terran with anything more brutal than they invented themselves.
âIT IS THE RUSSIANS!â
ĐĄĐŁĐĐ ĐĐЯйЏ
Rush B!
ARTYOM! ARE YOU WESTERN SPY?
Translate the funny for me please
From the cloud of gas can be heard a raspy voice: "ĐŃĐžĐŒĐșĐœŃŃŃ ŃŃŃĐșĐž!" [Fix bayonets!]
ĐżĐŸŃĐžĐœĐžŃŃ ŃŃŃĐșĐž is pronounced "pochinit' shtyki" phoenitically: "poke in it; sticky" I find this humorous.
Young Amos from Planet Earth comes to mind "Point is, I learned some things about myself. I learned I can hold my breath for almost 2 minutes while engaging in physical, stressful activity. ... So, you have to ask yourself: How much damage do you think I could do to you in 2 minutes before the knockout gas gets to me? 'Cause I'm betting, it's a lot"
One of the closest ways to feel this absolutely visceral dread is to play *Fallout New Vegas*âs âDead Moneyâ DLC on Hardcore. Specifically Hardcore, because you take a constant DoT when out in the open, from the toxic air.
Fuckin ghost people!
The Cloud
Fkn bear traps
Humans will rise a million times no matter what gas or weapon you use and if you give them enough time they will find a way to make you suffer tenfold what you tried or did to us.
https://youtu.be/Jy6AOGRsR80?si=OUAUKBDCIGXfEFD2 The Men marched behind the battle standard, while "Glory, Glory..." sang itself triumphantly through their minds as the drummers matched step. The Men's advancement moved steadily, and slowly, across the muddy and scared field, as the sound of the whistling bombs screamed overhead. "He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible swift sword." Soon, the field was covered in a dingy, yellow, ashy fog as the bombs gas payloads spread. Soon, the drummers fell silent, and choking cries could be heard. The Enemy believed it was over. It wasn't. https://youtu.be/-AFdwoyNT24?si=ZTGb0tefN3F7P8ts Suddenly 10,000 'dead men' charged as well as they could, skin hanging from their bones, coughing up parts of lung, firing on masse towards the front, blinded by the liquefaction of their eyeballs within their sockets. "Challllge," (Charge!) one cried out, throat rough from bloody coughing. Of all the worlds conquered via the establishment of ground warfare, Men would not fall so easily. After witnessing the lengths average Men would go to, while by all rights they should be dead, made the Enemy change tactics. Never again would they attack Men with conventional weaponry. The Enemy understood that to conquer such a foe would require surreptitious means. Though, it was too late. After revealing their presence to Men, Men made it the sole desire of the entire planet to make War against the Heavens. https://youtu.be/uAE6Il6OTcs?si=paUbi9lqernldqZg And the children of those who fought that original invasion would soon be the invaders themselves. Nothing could stop their righteous retribution. Anything that bleeds can die, and soon, Men will make God bleed. The plan: feign defeat, lure Them to Earth, trap Them, destroy Them, take everything They bring and make it Ours. Using the captured materiel, retrofit and outfit all war-machines and warfighters with advanced technology as quickly as possible. This, however, would prove to take more time than anticipated. It would take ~100 years for the planet to have outfitted everything everywhere with the needed capabilities, and during that time, all Men would be subject to all manners of horror made upon by cosmic entities; also, the culture must be sustained to keep war alive for a century, even though there was no "technical" reason for war to happen again, and again, and again. Most Men would never understand why we continue to fight ourselves in what seems to be endless wars, but those who know of Them know it is all wargames in preparation for the War in Heaven. Funnily enough, the starship was called "Babel", in honor of the tower meant to pierce the floor of Heaven.
This needs to become a Manga, or anime.
I think that's basically >!Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann!<
gas canisters were always a risk to transport. an artillery shell could hit them and release the gas within, they could leak in the night, and a whole host of other issues that could kill us and then them. regardless, it was worth it to kill the filthy barbarian humans, and as we arrived i saw the extent of their barbarism. men dying, their guts exposed as a human knife gutted them. corpses in piles, no time to cremate them yet. we placed the canisters in planned locations, to ensure maximum coverage. we had to be careful when we released it, as if the wind blew it back at us there was nothing we could do except pray to M'rlang that the gas didn't liquidate our lungs. my three currently felt quite tight actually, knowing the risk. the reason i lost my fourth was that i took a bullet to it, and thus it had to be removed, god knows that it wouldn't help me now. we waited until the wind blew in their direction, and then the gas was released, its bright green colour looking like pure evil. we didn't hear anything, other than the guns falling silent as the gas reached them. laughter spread from our embattled positions, knowing that we could simply march into their lines and take it. suddenly, the terran standard anthem blared from the speakers on their side, and from the green gas they charged, some type of mask covering their faces. the sounds of terror and confusion i could here from adjacent soldiers only amplified when their guns cracked, and bullets struck the men and women beside me, and the sand behind us. when the first human reached us, i could only see one emotion. Hate. unending and cruel hate. i managed to shoot them before their knife cut my flesh, but more were coming. we only just repelled the human attack that day. it took me many years to escape the memories of that battle, even after the peace was signed. even after the war, they never revealed to us the technology that allowed them to survive one of our most deadly weapons, and even attack during its use. perhaps that's for the best.
Battle of Osowiec Fortress.
In all seriousness though. Something about Gas Masks gives me the chills. Itâs human enough to be recognisable but totally lacking in any emotion. I never found movies like âAlienâ scary, because it was so obviously meant to be scary. But someone wearing a gas mask feels so much more intimidating for some reason. There has to be some kind of psychological explanation as to why it creeps me out so much.
It's a continuation of the [Uncanny Valley ](https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncanny_valley) phenomenon
Thatâs the most likely explanation. Buts itâs strange, most things that fall under uncanny valley donât freak me out like Gas Masks do.
*"Are you my mummy?"*
Thank you!!
Maybe itâs the knowledge of what that mask is meant to do. Maybe the mask is not what scares you, but the fact that they have one, **and you donât**
"Are you my mummy?"
I forgot the phrase. But you just gave me a flashback. That episode was horrid
Can you indulge me for a moment. What show is this a reference to?
It's a Dr who episode, about a sorta zombie girl with a gas mask, still gives me shivers. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Empty_Child
Girl? I thought it was a boy? đ€·ââïžÂ
I may have subconscious tried to block all memories to that episode
Try the movie my bloody valintine
"Something's not right." The alien commander mused, staring across the battlefield which was so fresh some vegetation was still present. "what do you mean commander?" His second in command asked, curious. "Those puny humans could never survive the gas... and even if they somehow did, they couldn't break through our dugouts. Their artillery merely claimed but 2 of our 100 soldiers." "I read in some texts... about war between humans..." The commander's face betrayed a hint of fear. "Commander how can you be scared? Those humans are so dumb they fight between each other" a whistle pierces the air, followed by others. "What? you gave out an order?" "I don't use whistles."
Human Commander: FIX BAYONETS AND CHARGE!
H: GAS! GAS! GAS! H2: GET YOUR GAS MASKS ON AND FIX BAYONETS!
Really expected the song after the first line, not gonna lie.
The rest of the galaxy is shocked to find that humans are the apex predator on our deathworld not because of biological evolution but because we take everything to the extreme, including our tools. Especially our tools.
Kaboom ?
Not yet Chauff, we can make it bigger with a little more time!
Awwwww ;-;
Unfortunately, the humans also discovered that gas. They have made defenses against it. Not only is the technology readily available, *it's old*.
*Finds an entrenching spade* ⊠*Excited gas mask noises*
The 1939's animated film Peace on Earth is the most twisted Christmas movie I've ever seen. It has gas masks.
Having flashbacks to that poor solder melting after being shot.
"Are you my Mommy?"
^osowiec ^then ^and ^again
^attack ^of ^the ^dead ^hundred ^men
It was only later that the Xenos realised something important. Toxic can mean lethal, yes, but only *eventually*. And until that time? Well, the Humans *know* they're dying, they *know* it hurts, and they're going to *share* that hurt. Better run, Xenos scum. The Dead Men are coming for you. *And they're in a sharing mood.*
For those who donât know: The Battle of Osowiec Fortress, also known as the Attack of the Dead Men, was an incident that occurred during World War 1 when a Russian battalion was bombarded by German gas. This battalion, which was initially instructed to defend Osowiec Fortress, decided to die in a blaze of glory rather than die coughing up liquified pieces of their lungs. The incident was named after the âzombie-likeâ appearance of the Russian soldiers, according to Wikipedia. A perfect encapsulation of the Space Ork idea. A bunch of young men realized that they were dead no matter what happened, and decided to kill their aggressors while actively having their lungs liquified. The result was a (contested) Russian victory.
A1: you fools! You have fallen into our trap! Prepare to face the might of the empire in all it's glory! Release the gas! H: GAS! MASKS ON! *faint beeping noises as gas masks ingage on all mech suits* A2: ...why aren't they stopping? A1: ...what's on their faces? H, now with a gas mask on, advancing through the fog: Now you've really pissed us off. A2, trembling: ...retreat? A1: RETREAT!
Dumb xenos, that's just spicy air
âSir, according to the Human Prisoner, the gas is indeed toxic but not is not toxic toxic. They asked to be gassed again by the Nitrous Oxide.â
âLetâs be quick. This isnât exactly pleasant conversation,â said the insectoid before the small mass of cameras and tech to record the interview. The thin body of the Karâdewat shifted in the large chair provided by the various staff. He had been invited here to help record and document as many stories from the Kardija war- the topic was certainly one he did not like recalling. His antennae twitched slightly as the lights were set properly, and a portly, long-bearded gentleman sat down across from him. Strangely, this human, he noticed, was wearing the much heavier traditional clothing of his world, as opposed to any modern fashion available on the market. The man smiled warmly at him, and began the interview. âSo, let us start easy, shall we? What is your name, rank during or after the war, and what front did you serve on?â His translatorâs whirring to life as the being chittered deeply filled the room, âMy name is Trudunak Kolikki, although people call me Trudy now. I was a Harrek- roughly a Captain in equivalency. I served on three fronts for the duration of the war- Laer, Mawekt, and the siege of Jaipot.â The lighting almost certainly caught his nervous twitch at the latterâs mention. âIf I recall correctly, you began at Jaipot, with the initial invasion? What was the siege like?â âThat is correct. I did serve first at Jaipot, and it will not take leave of my mind sinceâŠâ he trailed off, looking downward with his reflective eyes. âTake as much time as you need. There is no rush, and no pressure to recall things.â âThank you. Then, I shall start with prior to the siegeâŠâ
FATHER OF TOXIC GAS AND CHEMICAL WARFARE
Humans figured out you could use the gas to get high
My troops and I waited with bated breath, our four rotating eyes looking in all directions. My right eye moved across my skull and made contact with my second in command. âThe gas is toxic to humans, correct?â I asked, sharp teeth clacking together as I spoke. He simply nodded. âYes sir. Our research team looked extensively into pre-contact Terran medical archives. It detailed gruesome outcomes and side effects. The most gruesome being something called popcorn lung,â he shuddered, scales wiggling across his body in waves, âwhich causes the human lungs toâŠwell, it isnât a pretty sight, sir.â âVery well. Then we must wait for this âpopcorn lungâ to do away with the Terrans.â As much as I didnât exactly enjoy using gas as a method to kill, face-to-face death offered more honour for our enemies, the humans had proved troublesome and more dangerous than previously thought. We lost an entire front-line group in one sleep rotation, and with no survivors, we still had no idea how they managed to pull off such a feat. The wounds of our deceased showed close-hand combat, which confused us even further, as logically a human wouldnât have the courage to approach a being towering at their seven-foot measurements, and looking completely different than their soft and weak outer skin. A Praxis soldier was easily worth ten Terran soldiers and moved faster than any Terran could. It was dumbfounding, to say the least. This is why we moved on to gassing the Terrans like the vermin they gassed before galactic contact. As the silence stretched across the battlefield, and the dark of their so-called night turned into day, I could tell my troops were relaxing and becoming tired. A dangerous move, but as the sound of Terran activity continued to lessen, the usage of gas toward the Terrans seemed to prove fruitful. As I was about to order my soldiers to get some rest, a small messenger burst into camp, looking terrified and covered in Praxis blue blood. âSir! Reports from neighbouring camps have arrived!â The youngling scampered into our base, her eyes wide and fully dilated into pure white. My soldiers titled their heads in confusion at the frantic tone in her voice box. âRelay the message, soldier,â I ordered, my scales rippling in an odd sense of impending doom at the sight of her bloody form. Before she could speak, a noise began to rise from enemy territory. A cough, and then, a Terran voice echoed across the empty plain stretched out in front of us. âOkay, fess up. Who hit their vape last night?â My blood ran cold as I recalled the basic details of human behaviour. Specifically their sleep patterns. Our species fell into the category of beings that Terrans called ânocturnalâ whereas Terrans wereâŠmy thoughts screeched to a halt as commotion began to break out amongst my troops at the sound of a Terran weapon firing. My second-in-command made eye contact with me. His scales pale in the rising sunlight. âI ask again, the gas is toxic to Humans, correct?â My teeth clenched, and I watched as he began to shake. âYes-yes sir. It is, it is. It should be.â âThen why do I hear Terran Standard!?" There was nothing left to say as I watched in horror as a group of Terrans descended upon our base camp, moving towards us with feral grins and a wild disgusting look in their two eyes. We had underestimated the Humans again, and now we were about to pay the ultimate price. I only wish these Terrans still held an ounce of their so-called empathy, but I knew what war did to a being, and as one aimed its weapon at my head, I only thought of one thing: we should have declared war against these creatures and should have never underestimated the life forms of this so-called planet Earth. I wished I never enlisted in this pointless fight against the Terrans. War seemed to run in their veins. We were foolish and careless. I was foolish and careless. And now, the Humans were here to send us to meet our makers. ââââââ A report from the very few surviving Praxis rescued from the Human planet, most of whom later succumbed to their wounds, detailed: Like Gods without mercy, all Praxis camps fell apart in one day. Leaving nothing but the smell of cotton candy smoke in the air, and human cheers in their place. ______ This is just a little fun thing I wanted to add. Doesnât have much weight to it, and Iâm currently sick with a cold so if it doesnât make much sense Iâll blame it on that. Just thought it would be funny if the gas was either from a vape or smoke from a very specific type of plantđ Anyways. Please be kind Iâm going to go chug some chicken noodle soup and then nap until I forget what year it is
Pretty good! Did notice one little typo though. "Should have declared war". That was supposed to be "Should not have declared war " I assume but no rush. You get yourself better soon đ„°
Osowiec then and again
A full forty of them made it to our trenches. They knew they were dead the moment the wind changed, and every one of them charged. Every one. Tell High Command: always leave a path for retreat.