29-03-2004, 06:12
A partol is under way in the dead of night in the northern region of South Bokaslavia, a desolated reagon that resembles the moon, full of crators where bombs have once fallen.
"Pullover! what that building over there?"
"I don't know, it's not on the map."
Calling headquaters... "We're going in to investigate..." Transmition breaks...
"What the hell is this place? It looks like a factory.."
"It is, or what left of one anyway.."
The facrotry is full with half finished fighter-bombers, tanks, and other small arms."
"These things are too rusted out to be of any use, I'll call headquaters to send out someone to scavange the area for anything of any possible use."
Te partol has stumbled onto a old factory....
"Pullover! what that building over there?"
"I don't know, it's not on the map."
Calling headquaters... "We're going in to investigate..." Transmition breaks...
"What the hell is this place? It looks like a factory.."
"It is, or what left of one anyway.."
The facrotry is full with half finished fighter-bombers, tanks, and other small arms."
"These things are too rusted out to be of any use, I'll call headquaters to send out someone to scavange the area for anything of any possible use."
Te partol has stumbled onto a old factory....