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Worlds at War
Shadowed by the darkness of space, cloaked: invisible to man and machine. We watched as they destroyed our ones bellowed home called earth. Massacring everyone we know, everyone we loved. Those they did not kill, they turned. Building an army of billions, to conquer the vastness of space. In a last effort to safe mankind we launched ever-single neutron missile we had. Destroying our beloved planet and everything close to it, but we made a mistake. The Sci-morph mother ship survived and followed us to your home. Now, at the gate of Centurion, we will make our stand with or with out your help. This will be their last day, even if we have to join them in hell.
Blackwater
Episode 2
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Our village was dammed, cursed by a beast that was fed by the blood of mortals. A beast so evil that a single bite would dame your soul. Mighael my twin brother lost his wife, the daughter of a chief, to this evil. Saving her soul drove him mad. Mighael fled our village, in search of this beast. Days later I found him in the forest, wounded and weak. I knew I should have taking his life then and there, but he is my brother. I took him to my home and tried to treat his wounds. On a cursed day I returned from the forest, with the wild bore I have slain for dinner. I found my hut covered in my wife's blood, and Mighael waiting for me. He promised me eternal life, when death was all I wanted. In rage I attacked, but I was no match for the power hungry beast I one's called brother. Days later. The smell of fire awoke me. The villages have torched my hut. Needless to say I was no longer welcome, I fled the place I ones called home, and promised myself that my twin will pay for what he has done. For centuries I have hunted Mighael, but all I found was destruction and death. His powers grew with ever life he took; absorbing his victims God given gifts, with ever drop of blood he drank.
On one blessed day, I found a survivor. A baby girl. I called my blessed little angel, Tanit. Tanit gave meaning to my life. No long was I driven by revenge, but inspired by love. Tanit however, was a little more then what I expected.
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