Never ever listen to helet shake for more than 30 minutes, lest you suffer the same fate as I did last night. My minor case of sadness has passed thanks to writing this story. Hope you enjoy.

Journal of a fallen hero

A short story by Infinite Spaz

"It had been 3 days ago when I was last home." Nodra wrote down. " Now, I'm left with nothing. My town has been burned, and my friends have been slain. My family reduced to ashes. My love Visar is now particles floating around the air. I have nothing. And I can blame this all on them. Telse will record the story of their arrival if he is still alive. The rescue shuttle left hours ago. I was considered flawed, because I was tainted. Now I have returned to my home town. And I want revenge. I came to the gate and saw the town gaurd Andy crucified to a wall with large spines. His blood staining the familiar road back into town. I looked around. The forest which was once full of life laid burnt and dead. The sky was the color of char, and my town was still burning with their blight. The town glowed with a green ethereal flame which would never die out. I was already tainted and would become one of them within hours. I figured I didn't have much to lose so I readied my blaster, and charged into the town. I heard no noise but I knew they were there. Hiding. Watching. Judging my every move. Deciding when the best time to strike would be. I was already starting to go insane. I could no longer tell who my enemy or friend was, so I figured to shoot everything in sight. A flash of movement to my left. I turned and fired with pinpoint accuracy. The lowly drone creature exploded into green blood which showered on the ground at my feet. Suddenly I was surrounded by the drones. The small creatures were less than a foot tall, 8 legged monstrasitys. They were blind, but instead found their enemies by feeding on their fear. Luckily I'm not afraid anymore. I picked them off one by one and was actually bored. 1 week ago I would have been terified. But one week ago I actually cared. I won't remember my loved one by how she looked when we fought side by side on the battle field. I will remember her smile, and how she looked when she laughed and tossed around her hair like she always did. But none of that matters now becuase she is gone and I am effectivly dead. I sighed and looked around the village. My house was rubble on the ground, and the local town shop was being infested with Wurms. These Wurms would reduce entire mountains into their elemental states to be used by their horde. I began to shoot at them until they were nothing but puddles of flaming blood on the floor. I walked down main street shooting at drones and Wurms, hoping to find real enemies to test me in my final hour. I had my wish granted. Shortly after my kill count was somewhere up in the Hundreds, large ant-like beasts began to lumber down towards me. They were covered in points as sharp as daggers, and have been known to pierce the strongest armors with ease. No match for the invincible Nodra. I raised my blaster and shot at them in the faces. There brains spilled out on the road and the returned fire at me. Their spines missed me by as much as 5 feet. I continued to fire on them as they shot their spines, until they were no more. I felt something strange after I was trough with them. I looked down and saw a 7 foot spine going straight through my stomach. Focusing really hard, I began to heal myself until the spine itself snapped in half and my wound was almost gone. Regaining my strength I looked around. A large horned hoofed creature was flying towards me. I figured it was their general so I stood up and began firing on it. It returned with a volley of tainted green-black fire balls. They all hit their mark, but I didn't care. I ran towards a nearby group of barrels and continued to fire at it. It spewed a great fire plume right onto me. I began to go through the symptoms again. Hallucination, Hemorrhaging, Vomiting, Insanity. Been there done that. The great Demon repeated the attack on me. The details are fuzzy after this, for I can't seem to remember what happened. When I came to it was morning, and the demon lay across the floor dead. I myself was already under going to transformation. My left arm was partially morphed into that of a crab or something of the sort, and I was already sprouting wings. My skin began to turn green and I started to lose my fur. Knowing what I must do know, I bid farewell to you all. I will never see Visar again, for I won't be joining her in death. Good luck Telse."

Nodra closed his journal and put down his pen. He picked up his blaster, muttered his last rites, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.