Dark Diddy
Nick Picone   Framingham, Massachusetts, United States
 
 
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The moment I dropped from the heavens, the air around me pulsated with the chaotic heartbeat of war. The acrid scent of alien soil mingled with the metallic tang of sweat-soaked armor, and the deafening roar of explosions drowned out the distant hum of distant galaxies. My boots hit the ground, sending shock waves through my body as I joined the relentless ballet of gunfire and mayhem.

Bullets zipped past like angry wasps, creating a symphony of deadly intent. The air crackled with the sizzle of Arc throwers and the thunderous concussions of eagle fire. My heart raced in sync with the rhythm of war drums, the adrenaline surging through my veins as I sought refuge behind a crumbling rock, its jagged edges offering a meager shield against the storm of destruction.

Helldivers fell around me, their valiant efforts extinguished like fleeting stars in the vast expanse of space. The air echoed with the cries of comrades, each loss a dagger to the collective soul of our unit. Yet, there was no time to mourn, no luxury of grief in the relentless tempest of battle. I gritted my teeth, my fingers clenched around the grip of my rifle, and I rose again. The weight of the fallen bearing down on my shoulders, but it's a burden I carry willingly.

I push forward, a solitary force against the tide of claws and chittering exoskeletons. The battlefield becomes a dance, a deadly ballet of survival, each movement calculated and precise.

As I reach the heart of the nest, the swarm intensifies. The bugs, a writhing mass of otherworldly nightmares, close in. It's a moment of truth, a singular heartbeat in the chaos. My hand clenches around the beacon of the 500kg bomb, an instrument of destruction in my grasp.

With a roar that drowns out even the fiercest explosions, I hurl the beacon into the heart of the nest. Time slows as it arcs through the air, a harbinger of annihilation. I watch as the payload sinks into the center of the nest and dive for cover. The explosion that follows is blinding, a searing inferno that consumes the bugs and their grotesque hive.

In that solitary moment, I am not just a Helldiver; I am the embodiment of freedom, democracy, and liberty.


My life for Super Earth.


(10/10 game. Servers need to be fixed though)
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