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[A little story, hope you devs and ps2 and readers like it
]The dust blow over the wide open dessert. Two vanu/Nc soldiers standing on the walls of there base taking a cigaret and talking about the weather. Suddenly they feel the wall foundation starting to vibrate and one of the higher ranking vanu soldiers say: WHO ORDERED MAG RIDERS ON MY BATTLEFIELD?! The other younger soldier answers: SIR!!!! We dont have any MAG RIDERS in this area!!! The more experienced VANU soldier freeze up and look out in the distance.... It lies empty and nothing special going on except dust playing its catch up game in the wirl winds. But suddenly from out of no where, A lone infiltrator shows up on the top of a hill in the far distance, The vanu soldier smile and say: Time 4 some target practice and put up his rifle. But before he can put the scope to the eye he see the double pipes of the mighty PROWLERS, first one, then two... Then he see what he fears the most, Prowlers making the horizon black... He turn to his soldier standing next to him asking: SIR WHAT SHOULD WE DO..?!?!?! His answer was: PRAY and then shout in his headset: INCOMING ZERG TRAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!! And before he takes the scope to his eyes, he tell him self: Gods of auraxis, if you are out there. Help us all.
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