Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-1734134-20161215224219/@comment-1734134-20170402222841

The machine limbers forward - the fallen sentinel releasing your leg.

Enemy troops have firmly surrounded the barracks, and a rear guard moves to intercept you. Clad in black armour and armed with hot-shot las-guns, they're firmly entrenched in cover as you approach and unleash a hail of fire upon you.

But soon the ground shakes for all of you, and for those that can see it, above the mountains the sky turns crimson and a line of white rips it open...