The world of Damaris burned. Above it, a fleet destroyed ork ship upon ork ship. And yet, still they came. The fledgling colony planet was now infested with the greenskins, and it would be centuries for the orks to be completely cleansed from it's surface.
On the surface in the main capital, soldiers and war machines moved through it's streets, fighting against the green tide. Most of the soldiers were crusaders brought from Port Wander, with the Bishop's blessing. Several were the Planetary Defense Forces, and a handful were either professional mercenaries or Armsmen from various Rogue Traders contributed to the defense of the planet and co
The corridors had long since blended into one another, the deck plates shuddered underneath his steps as seven-hundred pounds of holy warrior trod upon them. They were minuscule compared to the low rumble of the warp engines as the Aurea Albion navigated the most treacherous regions that man would ever know of.
The few crewmen and ensigns Winter passed gave him a wide berth, looking up at the man in awe. Those who did not comprehend what he was saw him as a giant bringer of death, a one-man army. Those who had heard of the myths of the Astartes looked upon him with awe, as one of the Emperor's chosen warriors, an Angel of Death. A Space Mari
His weapon gripped in his hand,
his face that of a statue,
his determination clear.
He does not do battle with foes,
but his own self,
his very spirit,
his dark nature.
He struggles against this evil being,
the creature of shadows threatening to take him.
It begins to succeed in the battle.
The man's will is being quashed,
as the dark force wrings the fabric of his soul to do it's bidding.
He struggles with all his might against it,
and for a moment,
his spirit shines.
But it fails, dooming his soul to the creatures who feeds upon it,
tossing him into eternal darkness.
But what is this?
A hand reaches to him,
sleek and slen
The world of Damaris burned. Above it, a fleet destroyed ork ship upon ork ship. And yet, still they came. The fledgling colony planet was now infested with the greenskins, and it would be centuries for the orks to be completely cleansed from it's surface.
On the surface in the main capital, soldiers and war machines moved through it's streets, fighting against the green tide. Most of the soldiers were crusaders brought from Port Wander, with the Bishop's blessing. Several were the Planetary Defense Forces, and a handful were either professional mercenaries or Armsmen from various Rogue Traders contributed to the defense of the planet and co
The corridors had long since blended into one another, the deck plates shuddered underneath his steps as seven-hundred pounds of holy warrior trod upon them. They were minuscule compared to the low rumble of the warp engines as the Aurea Albion navigated the most treacherous regions that man would ever know of.
The few crewmen and ensigns Winter passed gave him a wide berth, looking up at the man in awe. Those who did not comprehend what he was saw him as a giant bringer of death, a one-man army. Those who had heard of the myths of the Astartes looked upon him with awe, as one of the Emperor's chosen warriors, an Angel of Death. A Space Mari
I would take the scene where Shepard survives the "Destroy" ending and takes a breath and then have a Geth trooper pull him or her out from the rubble of London, which he/she never left after getting shot by Harbinger. Then Shepard is like "didnt I destroy the Reapers and all synthetics?" Then the Geth is like "What are you talking about? You got us and the Quarians working together!" Then Aria walks over and bitchslaps Shepard to wake him/her up more then you get into the Mako (while she drives) and have a final fight with Harbinger while the second wave of infantry made up of Krogan, Geth, Turian, and Asari backing up mercs and Alliance sol
Current Residence: Look up. Favourite genre of music: Same as above. Favourite photographer: Don't know any. Favourite style of art: Sketching, photoshop. Operating System: XP Pro. MP3 player of choice: iPod Shell of choice: Actually, I prefer Arco. Wallpaper of choice: Motoko Kusanagi from GITS Skin of choice: Mine. Favourite cartoon character: T-Bone and Razor from Swat Kats Personal Quote: "It gets better."
Favourite Visual Artist
Can't pick.
Favourite Movies
Equilibrium
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
My music tastes are so eclectic, it's hard to choose.