[Mac Sirloin]

Chapter one.



I stood, crouched rather, on a raised brush near Dimbar chasm, right near the Renk River.
I had seen the dust being kicked up for miles, but now the enormous convoy that held general Karse was on was clearly visible. I, Symun, had been recruited into the war thanks to Nock, but I would've been pulled in some other way or another. It was the Magog cartel Vs. the native beings, Grubbs, Gabbits, Mudokons, Meetles, Steef, and to many others that I can't pronounce.
It had been three months since Buzzsaw bobs had been torn off the map. So a little while later I was taken to a mudokon shaman to organize m power. And it turns out that I was a brilliant sniper, and decided to help that gift specifically. I spiritually prepared my body and became stronger and more agile, so that’s what I was here for now, staring down the barrel of my favorite rifle, the Doom .98. On my back was a second, the Widow maker, and at my hip a set of magnum pistols, lying near me was the Fauster laser cannon, a rocket launcher that doubled as an arc weilder to repair consoles and the like.

All I needed now was to wait for the convoy to stop at the river to make my move. Sure enough, it stopped right near the river and the sligs began to pour out to fill their canteens. That’s when I stood it up, a large straw dummy with a soldiers outfit, I fired my magnum into the air and he was instantly torn apart by gunfire, I pushed it out of the brush and set it ablaze.

That’s when Karse came out of his section of the war-train. Looking big and dopey, he came to the river to see the blazing soldier at the other side, and that’s when a .98 mm sniper bullet splattered his head all over the oasis' soft ground. And, picking up the Fauster, I shot three missile volleys into the ranks of Slig soldiers, the rest were taken out by a squad of Grunt newbies, 'probably their first mission' I thought, as they aimed their triple barreled machine pistols into the slig forces confused team.
The assault was considered "terrorism" by the pencil pushers and big-wigs at the cartel head office, but everyone new that they were the terrorists, slaughtering every single mudokon that was seen on the camps, that’s why they were guarded now, by elite soldiers, too.

We raided the train and found nothing important, but now had a HUGE supply of guns and ammo to last us, so we were pretty, good. Sergean Lain walked up to me and said "one general down, 14 to go" I said, "You think we could win this war, sarge?" Lain looked at me and said " I am not paid to think, soldier!". We both laughed at that, but he was right, this was just a bite out the great sandwich of tyranny.