Stories from Pastebin #2

Another of these because maybe this will have better reception than the first one. This story is a violent tale from the battlefield. Read below.





All credit is given to the original author. I am simply putting the stories here to help spread them around.

nep nep
by A GUEST
http://pastebin.com/3898cn1e
8/17/2016

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2. They came. They saw. And they bled for every inch.
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4. The full measure of human resolve made itself known that day, as hundreds of men and women fought against thousands of soulless machines. Barrels burned red-hot. Blades were notched and broken. Traps and ambushes were set and sprung. Razor-wire netting, electromagnetic pulse bombs, acid bombs, subverted nanoswarms, blade and bullet, fist and fury, all were used against the iron host. There was no inch of ceiling, floor or wall that was not burned black or stained rusty red with oil and blood.
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6. Heroes were made and heroes were slain, often in the same breath. Men and women who fought defiantly against their fate, who lived each second longer by the skin of their teeth and with the sweat of their brow. Ground down to the very core, powerless before the inevitability of death, they fought not for themselves or for their homes, but against the false goddess before them. Pockets of resistance, trapped behind the enemy advance, would each take hours to die.
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8. But it is not enough, for the goddess is unstoppable. None can stay her charge just as none can stay her blade. With each swing, blade or fist, she claims another life. And the goddess is as swift as she is golden.
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10. They came. They saw. And they bled for every inch.
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12. But it did not matter, for the goddess had blood to spare.