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Bulker M70Bulker M70 - It is a very large M70 that has adapted to light and medium guns and also to all forms of cutting and slicing, it was formed from eating other M70s, the infection was not ment to be taken in excess amounts so they "deformed" into a very large muscular M70 with low capabilities of infecting because it's teeth used to inject venom are in it's throat and it coughs up venom sometimes, eat doesn't aim to infect only to eat, it will sometimes eat M70 that irritate it as well as unfortunate people it comes across.
M70 RoFaB Diary Entries.[WIP]
M70, Reign of Fire and Blood Diary version.
To the diary of which I no longer remember what name I gave you, 17/7/2475
3 days have passed since the medic Dr. Sanders died from infection. He said he was close to finding a cure which is a total bummer for us all now, If only we had just 3 more days I've seen far too many deaths to last more than 40 lifetimes, When will this end, seeing people die right by my side, it's so depressing, I think I know kinda what it was like back in the day when the soldiers went out into Serathy to try and kill the gun runners there, Well maybe soon it will be my turn, But I think I can wait .
~Pvt FC Joseph Andrews M.A.S
Major Scarlet invited me into her tent seeing as I was her only basic family even though we weren't related, she showed a bite on her back, When I told her to tell someone she started crying then vomited out blood, Her eyes became dilated and she attacked me, Seeing as I didn't want it to look like
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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