Covered in the guts of my enemies I felt for a brief moment I'd never get the smell off my body. I wasn't even halfway done! The creatures were fairly easy to deal with, making me wonder how they got the colonists in the first place. But I have to remember not everyone is as crazy and vicious like I am. Or maybe the smell put them down? I dunno it seemed to make me feel awful so maybe I was coming up with excuses for what happened to the colonists.
Speaking of those poor bastards. I came across a chamber of them, or what was left of them. Apparently the Eyerocks had discovered human blood was good for them, I don't want to know how. But they had eaten all but the heads off of half the colonists and left their mangled bodies to produce blood until death. It was horrific to come across, just a bunch of headed bodies wailing to be put to death. I did them that, a final favor.
So when I came across the rest of the Eyerocks sucking on the blood I finished them off too, putting and end to their crap. It was one of those days I felt bad about my new life. At least fighting the machines in a futile bloody war was directed. Right now I feel lost, jumping from job to job waiting for something good to happen. Of course by blood I know nothing good will happen. Emerging from down below to the clapping of Trezlan solified this to me. I had been born to lose.
"See that was fu..."
"THEY WERE LITERAL MONSTERS!"
"Fun!"
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