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  It was just another day at the base when the radio started squawking about some kind of invasion. I figured it was another anarchist attempt at misinformation until the first drop pod hit the ground. Next thing I know, biomechanical nightmares are raining from the sky. Keith was crushed as one of their foot soldiers landed on him. Travis was gunned down by some kind of plasma rocket. An entire platoon was destroyed by some kind of orbital beam.
  
  As the day went on our numbers shrank, but theirs grew. I realized why when I killed one of them and saw Keith's face looking back at me. Only it wasn't Keith, his flesh looked like it was stapled back on. His arms were part machine. I'd seen some of the replacement limbs they give injured soldiers, but this looks like a surgeon tried to staple it together as he was figuring out what bits were what.
  
  We were pushed back into out HQ building. It was the most fortified structure on the base, but that didn't stop them, it only slowed us down. We quickly learned that if we didn't want to fight our friends an hour later, we'd either have to take the bodies, or blow them to hell. It was worse when they were just injured. I saw a guy screaming as one of the monsters starting taking off his legs. They were perfectly good legs, he'd taken a hit in the stomach, but they weren't good enough.
  
  We fought hard, surviving longer than we figured. At first, we were just fighting until reinforcements arrived, but none came. Then we just fought to keep alive, maybe we could outlast them. Superior position can multiply numbers, but no one told them. You'd kill one, but they'd drag the body off and reuse it. When one of use dropped, another hole opened up.
  
  In the end it was just Paul and me. We barricaded ourselves into the munitions room. We built a nice pair of machine gun nests facing the door. We weren't stupid either; we used the explosives first by throwing them out the door. After that it was alternating fire and reload, until a grenade found its way into Paul's nest. He dove, right into my bullet stream. I knew it was over at that point. I finished my ammo belt, pulled out my pistol, and shot myself in the head.
  
  I regain consciousness quickly, like a deep sleep broken by a fire alarm. I knew it was ok. We were fighting a war, but we would win. When we won the earth would be united for the first time in history. We are Strogg.
  

  Oct 04, 2007 8:49pm PDT
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