Years of conflict have finally mellowed mankind. The super soldier war brought nothing but destruction, the bio-chem war was a failure and a mess, and in a time of peace, a new war brews on the horizon. In their most difficult struggle yet, mankind must draw upon tactics from every war and face a new threat together or risk destruction.
An unforeseen enemy prophesizes the death of mankind...shaky alliances are made strong...and the final battle for survival of a species is waged...
Sounds pretty good. How you coming on your Desmond destruction story? Hey, I had an idea; this would translate to a good player character story. Anyway, I have a mystery story to keep writing. Later!
A cloud of flame was painted against a lusterless sky above the tree tops. For a moment, the sounds of war were permeated by new deaths, as a ringing noise meant the slow death of ear cells.
But chaos never dies, it only changes. Chaos went from a huge explosion to several small scale firefights below the fiery angel of death. The rhythmic staccato of full auto fire had once again become the symphony of war.
A stabbed back, a bloody knife, close quarters combat is the most intense fight in any war. In close quarters, a man's fighting skills are defined in his final last seconds. Will he take the life or will his own be taken? Firsthand experience yields the best answers.
Sniper fire keeps the beat. Scopes trained on heads, the shots and a shower of blood. Your pulse spikes in rhythm with each shot; a miss is like skipping a beat.
But no matter the weapons, war is a never changing conflict. The goal is bloodshed, and it's met no matter whose blood it is. It's a song played by broken instruments, some cringe when they hear it, others just grimace as memories burst through the floodgates and re-open mental wounds.
War and Chaos, they shook hands, and formed a binding contract that will never be broken. Only strengthened...
It's almost poetic, and quite vivid. Left me riveted to it. Couldn't stop reading.
However, one flaw:
final last seconds
It loses me there. It's little, but it upset the rhythm. Final and Last describe the same thing, and when used as adjectives together to say one thing confuses some people. If you used one or the other, it would have been easier to follow in that section.
I couldn't find anything else wrong, so I had to pick the little thing.
A cloud of flame was painted against a lusterless sky above the tree tops. For a moment, the sounds of war were permeated by new deaths, as a ringing noise meant the slow death of ear cells.
But chaos never dies, it only changes. Chaos went from a huge explosion to several small scale firefights below the fiery angel of death. The rhythmic staccato of full auto fire had once again become the symphony of war.
A stabbed back, a bloody knife, close quarters combat is the most intense fight in any war. In close quarters, a man's fighting skills are defined in his last seconds. Will he take the life or will his own be taken? Firsthand experience yields the best answers.
Sniper fire keeps the beat. Scopes trained on heads, the shots and a shower of blood. Your pulse spikes in rhythm with each shot; a miss is like skipping a beat.
But no matter the weapons, war is a never changing conflict. The goal is bloodshed, and it's met no matter whose blood it is. It's a song played by broken instruments, some cringe when they hear it, others just grimace as memories burst through the floodgates and re-open mental wounds.
War and Chaos, they shook hands, and formed a binding contract that will never be broken. Only strengthened...
