01-20-2013, 12:23 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzTLNXfTquA
The song is "Bullets" by Archive.
Listen and step into the shoes of the many heroes of Woodinvale or Timber Peak.
The ordinary facing extraordinary times. Not everyone is born of battle, but forced in the crossfire of a blistering sky.
The rotting mass of undead shambling towards you. Their jaws puncturing and hanging lifelessly.
Dragging sickles and machetes, wrapped awkwardly in deadly wire. Bloated and bleeding out.
They come for you to strip your weapon from your hand, and your hand from your body.
In the ugliness of battle and death, each surreal, shimmering slug dancing across the air into the risen rot.
Was it you that awakened the dead?
Did you swear to protect the people of your town?
No matter the reason...
No one is going to save you and yours except yourself.
Time to take some personal responsibility.
The song is "Bullets" by Archive.
Listen and step into the shoes of the many heroes of Woodinvale or Timber Peak.
The ordinary facing extraordinary times. Not everyone is born of battle, but forced in the crossfire of a blistering sky.
The rotting mass of undead shambling towards you. Their jaws puncturing and hanging lifelessly.
Dragging sickles and machetes, wrapped awkwardly in deadly wire. Bloated and bleeding out.
They come for you to strip your weapon from your hand, and your hand from your body.
In the ugliness of battle and death, each surreal, shimmering slug dancing across the air into the risen rot.
Was it you that awakened the dead?
Did you swear to protect the people of your town?
No matter the reason...
No one is going to save you and yours except yourself.
Time to take some personal responsibility.