*A/N* JUMPING JACKS IN HELL WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT? Oh look. I'm alive. Strange bit that is isn't it? We'll I'm not going to waste your time with an apology. Though I am sorry for the wait. Writing a book with my Beta, Playing DARK SOULS 3 and trying to find a damn job has been taking up most of my time. So sorry about that. However I am back in the groove after jumping back into Xcom 2. So you should expect a small thing for Dark Souls and me writing for this Fanfiction. SO REJOICE HOO HA!

Peaceful Flight; above Shanxi; June 10th

The holovid played again, showing the whole thing from the Turian's helmet mounted cam. What did it show? It showed Desolas Arterius just how much he was hated by the universe. Well what it really showed was the fact that this was not one race his fleet were fighting, but instead multiple.

The large...reptile was feminine, had the torso, breast, and hips of an asar,i had two arms and hands as well. But it didn't have legs, instead it had a massive tail that it stood upright on, and it's head and neck had some kind of...hood made of flesh. Desolas Arterius watched as the large reptile unhinged it's jaw and it's….tongue shot out faster than the Turian could dodge. The Turian got snagged by the tongue and was dragged over to the reptile, an impressive feat by itself, Turians were heavy and the reptile looked surprised when it began to drag the Turian.

'Had it expected it to be easier? Do these reptiles do this constantly?' He wondered to himself as the reptile coiled its tail around the unfortunate Turian, stopping the Turians from doing anything to retaliate, that ended when the reptile brought the barrel of it's gun up to the Turians face and Desolas ended it before he could hear the shot. He switched over to another report that described synthetics as tall as the buildings that walked around on two legs with a massive cannon fixed on the top of their bodies. So far explosives were needed so they could shred the thick armor they had. Oh and apparently they had traps, when his troops got close to a body it would explode, what kind of sick culture did these races share?

Worse still, more and more reports of different races kept pouring in, he almost couldn't keep up with it. Thankfully….if one could even be thankful, around ten. There was no way to tell if that number was correct however. They could very well be dealing with another Council like that of the Citadel Council. The thought made Arterius' mandibles twitch.

Two months, his fleet had to defend itself for two months. Thank spirits they didn't have ships.

Avenger S-001; Xcom command ship; june 10th

General Mason inwardly sighed as he looked over the holographic map of the city, the red dots showing him where the x-ray camps were. Of course an invasion would take place a week before he was to be transferred to Mars, fucking aliens. With a silence born from frustration and stress he thought over how he was to deploy his troops effectively. Unfortunately for him and every Xcom citizen and operative in the area the air force base had been carpet bombed by x-ray bombers. Along with all the interceptors destroyed; the General in charge of the damn interceptors was there when the base got bombed. So that was a general down along with all his staff. Now the only type of air support General Mason could command was a single SkyRanger which was in the Avenger he was currently commanding from. But he couldn't even use that, those damned aliens would shoot it down as soon as it left the avenger.!The only relief he had was the fact that he had AA MECs at his command, but he only had 28 of those.

"Get a squad of four to guard each and every AA MEC we have deployed. If those go we can kiss our asses goodbye." He ordered as he watched another dot pop up. He could feel his eye twitch. Damn aliens. If he got out of this alive he was retiring. He was, ironically, too old for this shit. "What's the progress on the Psionic gate?" He asked as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's six days out sir." He didn't know who said it, but he heard it. Guess that's all that mattered. "Good." He said "I want two AA MECs placed on it at all times. If that Psionic gate gets destroyed we're in a crock of shit." He said as he stood up, back popping in a few places as he did so. "Get me comms to all squad leaders and anyone in command. Time for a little...Shock and awe. We're going to show these aliens just how fucked they are."

Altia Adepdros; Turian cabal; june 10th

There wasn't many things that terrified Altia Adepdros, what was currently happening to her, however, made her want to throw down her weapon and bolt. Forget about this whole war. That is, if she even had control of her body. She watched through her eyes as her body refused to listen to her. Instead it was listening to something...foul. Something that that hated her, a thing that wanted her to suffer. She could tell from the pure malice she felt from the thing that had snatched her body and taken control.

Altia watched in mute horror as she primed three grenades and lobbed them at her allies, they did not expect such a betrayal and did not even notice the grenades until they had landed at their feet. She watched as those she considered great friends and even family get blown apart by her own grenades. Blood and gore splattered the area as the thing forced her to duck so that she wasn't caught in the blast. Altia felt like she was bound in rope, she began to wiggle. She couldn't let this murder of her friends and family go on, not on her watch.

Altia paused in her struggle to escape as her body brought up her rifle and gunned a comrade down, the look of shock on his face etched into her mind and on his corpse. Her struggle renewed she began to buck around in her mental bindings. She felt great relief when she felt the bindings loosen. That relief turned to horror as she watch herself prime another grenade, run past cover, and embrace another turian as if she were a lover.

Altia didn't feel pain when the grenade went off, she didn't feel anything, anymore.

Putius Murnion; Turin sniper; june 10th

One didn't need to be a general to know things were bad on both sides, spirits, he had almost lost his head to a counter sniper! Luckily enough for Putius the building that the sniper had been on had collapsed before the counter sniper could sight in and not miss the shot a second time. Putius could also consider himself lucky because he had not even seen where the shot had come from, all he had felt was intense heat as green streaked by his face. He had turned just in time to see two bombers streak by and bomb a building into rubble.

He took a moment to thank the spirits that he hadn't lost his face to that sniper. Done with that, Putius quickly got into the standard position for a sniper, scanning the streets below for any ground units. He had done this an uncountable times while training, so it felt almost as if he had snapped into place. What caught his eye and made him pause as he looked through the scope would have thrown any one off, but what also made him truly pause was the sudden crash of noise that assaulted his ear canals.

One of those giant, two legged synthetics one could mistake for a vehicle was stomping through the street. But that wasn't what threw him off, no it was the multiple turians heads on pikes all over it's body, some of the heads were mutilated. Missing fringes and mandibles alike. It was also...painted in blue blood, intricate designs drawn with what he assumed were fingers from the prints that could be found all over it. Putius felt bile rise into his throat as he realized that 'music' if one could call it that, was coming from the gore decorated synth. The sound was ominus and loud, with clashing bang and heavy drums with some kind of sound he had never heard before. Like a heavier, quicker version of those stringed instruments the asari played. Then there was brutish, angry, enraged screaming. It also supported dents and scorch marks, obviously from previous battles, he even managed to spot a few ragged holes in it.

Putius grunted as he snapped out of his shock, he had to report this, and warn the squad that the ma-too late for that. The machine was upon them, one soldier was crushed underfoot by the massive synthetic while another poor turian was ripped to shreds from the cannon on top of the machine's body. He watched as blood and gore splattered the ground behind were the poor turian had once stood. "Dammit...well I can't help them now, but command needs to know." He grunted as he brought up his omni-tool. Only to find he was being jammed. "Dammit." He groaned before he started to run to the stairwell that lead to the street, taking out his pistol in the process. If he had to deliver the message on foot so be it. All that mattered was that command knew that the large synth was in this sector patrolling.

Strike Team Omega;Sapphire B. Chaser; june 10th

The psionic man sat at the floor level of the hospital, back against a wall as he sharpened one of the four knives. Wrap around sunglasses concealed his eyes as he studied the current blade in his hand. Finding it lacking, or just from the nervous feeling in his gut, he began to sharpen it again.

"You sharpen that blade anymore Phoenix, and it's going to break when you use it." Came a voice from his teams AI, Ion, said with a snarky tone having been here to watch him sharpen it for the past twenty minutes.

"Phoenix." The sniper of the team, a codex by the nickname of 'TreeHugger' spoke up through general comm of the squad. "I've spotted Xrays, trying to be sneaky. Not good enough however to not get spotted."

He nodded standing up straight. "Understood, get ready." He told his squad, his family. "We have orders to protect the general getting surgery here. No doubt the only reason they haven't bombed this place is the AA mecs on the roof. So Ground assault is their only option here." He gave his rifle a once over and glanced at the glass doors and windows that made up the front of the hospital. This wasn't going to be easy.

Caneus Caladonis; turian light infantry tank gunner; june 10th

Caneus Caladonis watched with no joy or emotions as the bodies seemed to pile up from his gun, one...two...three...four...five...six...some weren't even the enemy, but instead some were turians that suddenly seemed to change sides and began to attack their former friends and allies. He had even gunned down someone he had fancied, he felt numb honestly. Caneus was surprised by this, he should have felt anger and rage at the enemy and the traitorous Turians. But he didn't, he just felt a creeping numbness that was growing from his chest. It seemed to grow with each body that fell. Seven...eight….nine….ten...eleven...twelve….thirteen. He watched with little interest as one of his comrades found a child of one of the ones with fur atop their heads. The child, male, Caneus presumed was crying. But also glaring at them with what he could only describe as a seething hate that didn't fit into a child's eyes. The child's eyes were soulless and dull in such a way it sent shivers down his spine.

It did come to a shock as the red, beady eyed child suddenly exploded, taking out five of his comrades. Caneus closed his eyes as his face and upper body was coated in blue blood and some kind of clear slightly tan fluid. He realised suddenly that it was one of those shape shifting aliens that would sometimes spring up out of nowhere. Sometimes they were disguised as civilians, sometimes as other turians. Caneus heard a cry of war and another of surprise belonging to a turian and looked just in time to see a missile streaking at him.

Slowly life seemed to breath into Caneus, he felt agony shoot up his spine as he tried to move. He groaned in response to the pain. Slowly he managed to crack his eyes open. Caneus sat upright with another groan. Looking around he found it to be night, the fire raging at what was once a light infantry tank had deceived him at first. At first he wondered just how he was alive, he would have needed to have been dragged from the wreckage before the fire consumed him. From the blood trail on the ground it was obvious that he had not been tossed from the explosion. However the bandages on his legs told him exactly what had happened. One of those aliens must have bandaged him after dragging him away from the wreckage.

Caneus felt himself giving the aliens some respect, despite the tactics used by these newcome-aliens. They weren't newcomers to the galactic scene, not with that many races. But this...alliance of aliens, at least they didn't kill heedlessly. He could respect that. He hadn't joined up for a war, he had stayed in the military to stop just those types of people, scum who killed without reason. Now he was fighting several unknown races and synths. Spirits, they had synths. He didn't know how to feel about that. He should have felt disgusted, these races were breaking council law! But he didn't, how could they be breaking the laws if they were not in council space or had never heard of the council? He didn't know what to think, thankfully he wasn't paid to think, just to do as he was ordered.

Slowly Caneus got his feet, using a mangled rifle as support to do so. He could not hold back the grunt of pain that came with him standing up. He could only be grateful that none of his bones had been broken in the blast. Now he had to find actual medical attention. Which meant a long walk. Well at least he was alive, a painful walk couldn't be that bad. His chest felt uncomfortable, but he contributed that to shrapnel or his armor being damaged by the explosion.

Sinia Drusdas; sentry at outpost 8; june 11th

As much as Sinia would have complained about being posted to guard the outpost, she couldn't find herself to do so, lest she get orders to actually fight. Sinia had heard rumors of how these aliens fought. The dead were laid out with traps, giant mechanical beasts covered in Turian remains, aliens that could could even shapeshift! Turians just turned in combat and began to slaughter their former allies. Sometimes they'd change into these eight foot tan monsters and sometimes they wouldn't. No one knew what was going on or what they were exactly fighting. The only thing that EVERYONE knew, was that this was not a single race that they had come to pacify, no, this was an alliance and the Turian hierarchy had better get ready for a nasty war. Or if it did just turn out to be a single species, they had abused genetic modifies to an unprecedented scale. If that was the case… how truly advanced were they?

Sinia heard the soft alarm go off, which meant everyone was too snap up and pay attention to what was going on. She straightened her posture and scanned around for what might have triggered the soft alarms. She noticed a bloody, obviously injured, turian at the gate, he had bandages on his legs, he was using some warped piece of metal to support himself, from what she could see. She quickly jogged over to him, being a slight bit paranoid.

"Report! Are you okay? What happened to you? Who are you?" she demanded. Injured friendly be damned, he might be a shapeshifter. She'd seen the bodies, she wasn't going to end up like them.

"Caneus Caladonis, I was a gunner for a light infantry tank. We got ambushed on the border of our secured perimeter. So much for that… I managed to survive...the crew and the squad assigned to us were not so lucky. I need medical assistance, I'm suffering from blood loss, external and internal at this point. I am sure if I don't get medical assistance immediately, I'm going to die" The injured turian explained quickly, slightly swaying in place.

Sinia scanned over him with her OmniTool, the scan was quick. He was a turian. She motioned over to a couple of grey tents "Over there. Get yourself patched up then report to the command tent." She ordered, she didn't even know if she had any rank over him, most of his armor was black and charred, his omnitool must have been broke in an explosion. The gate silently closed as Sinia made her way back to the post she had been assigned to.

She watched the injured Turian intently as he walked to the medical tent, seemingly unaware of her watching him. Suddenly and without warning, he deviated off course from the medical tent and began to jog to the command tent. Sinia stopped in her tracks, what was this Turian doing?

"Hey!" She yelled at him, rifle cocked. The Turian swung around to face her, face stony, his eyes glowing a strange purple color. They stared at each other for a moment, no other Turians were currently present. The Turian then began to sprint towards the command tent, ignoring Sinai's warnings as she ran after him.

"Stop!" She yelled, sighting the Turian through her scope. The Turian only went faster, despite being badly injured. She closed her eyes shut and fired a quick burst, the Turian falling and a pool of blue blood quickly forming around his corpse.

She stared at the corpse for a moment before running up to him and turning him over. His eyes stared straight ahead, dead. She tore open his armor after hearing a strange noise and sure enough, numerous alien devices lay there, strapped to his body. She stared at the alien devices in disbelief. Even though alien, she could tell they were explosives and they were primed.

Just what kind of aliens were they going up against?

Kim Holz; Xcom Psionic Scout at outpost 8; june 11th

Kim Holz cut the connection between minds just before the x-ray was shot by his own ally, she then watched the female x-ray run up to him and check the body. At that point she primed the X4 charges. The alien female must have heard the beep because she tore the armor he was wearing off to expose the charges. The alien x-ray managed to make what kim assumed to be a face of shock or horror before the charges went off.

Kim had to suppress a giggle as she ducked behind a tent, all the x-rays were sprinting to check out the now destroyed command tent and ashes of the two unfortunate x-rays. She was glad for invisibility, long ago invisibility was a pipe dream for military forces. But with the study of seekers Xcom was able to copy their stealth technology. Which is why she was currently silently walking from tent to tent. Ducking into cover wherever she could. Invisible or not she felt safer behind cover.

"Command tent is destroyed." Kim reported "and I saw that in fact females do look different from males….and they do have tits apparently. You owe stephen eighty bucks Jace." She added on with mirth in her voice, clearly taking pleasure in Jace's misfortune.

"Wha?- oh fucking hell." the sectoid huffed "Well there goes my money. Alright whatever objective complete get the hell out of there Kim." Jace ordered sourly, obviously unpleased by his loss of money.

"Uh...that might pose a problem." Kim muttered as she noticed the gate, pretty much the only exit that didn't have a scanner of some sort, closing shut. "I'm kinda stuck here now, if I go through any of those other exits they'll notice me…..do you think they would mind if I set up camp on the remains of their command tent?" she asked

The sectoid was silent for a few seconds before he responded dryly. "I couldn't tell you that, why don't you go ask one?"

"I might just have to do that." Kim spoke softly, fear creeping into her gut as she peaked over the low cover of a broken street lamp. "Because I really don't feel like staying here until they have to use the front gate. Jace come on help me out here man."

"I don't quite know what to do." He admitted "Is there no place you can scale the perimeter fence at? If not...uh..make a distraction and run for it. Mark which entrance you'll use and I'll cover you when you make a run for it." Jace offered.

"I guess that'll have to do." Kim said nervously, she was Xcom to the core, but that didn't mean she wanted to throw her life away for the cause like some did. Honestly those people freaked her out a little, she'd seen a few suicide bombers go off. "Alright..marking escape route, tell me when you're in position to cover me." Kim tried to keep her nervousness out of her voice as she spoke.

Apparently she didn't do a good enough job as Jace commented on it. "Come on Kim, we'll grab a smoke after this. You paying of course. I'm afraid my wallets a bit...tapped because of that bet."

Kim scoffed "Yeah okay. Just get into position you bone bag." It quiet for a few minutes before Jace's voice came over the comms, and thankfully nothing seemed to have gone wrong while the comms were quiet. "Alright, Get going and get going quick, I think I see transports coming in." Jace said quietly despite him not needing to.

"Right." Kim said softly before breaking out into a full sprint, her form shimmering with the rapid movement. She wished she had a wraith suit instead of a seeker suit. Then she could have moved right through the damned perimeter fence instead of having to sneak around. Why they couldn't mix the suits she could not guess. She grabbed her two grenades and primed them. Tossing them over her shoulders she kept in that dead sprint.

She heard the explosions go off as she passed through the "doorway". The scanner went from orange to red and loud alarms began to blare throughout the camp. It took almost a minute for the bullets to start raining down around her, a few pinged off her armor and revealed her as it made the cloak drop. Almost immediately Jace began to return fire, the purple beams of his psionic rifle going wide as he tried to suppress as many of the x-rays as he could.

"KIM LOOK OUT ROCKET!" Jace shouted in panic. Kim looked over her shoulder with eyes wide in fear, she could easily see the rocket streaming at her, far too quick for her to dodge the rocket safety. Still Kim tried to jump out of the way but she felt intense pain as the rocket hit her back, tossing Kim into the air before violently dropping her back to the ground.

It was a few moments before Kim opened her eyes, a ringing sound in her ears as she groaned. She tried to get back onto her feet, tripping and almost falling down again. As hearing slowly returned to her, she could make out Jace's worried shouting in her ear as x-rays quickly closed in around her. She sloppily dodged the bullets and collapsed into cover as bullets rained down around her, missing her form by inches. She did a quick check on her armor. Most of it had been destroyed by that rocket but thankfully, most of the vital systems remained operational.

"...Kim! Kim, can you hear me?" Jace shouted into her earpiece. "Yeah, yeah, I'm as fine as I can be after being hit by a god damned rocket!" She yelled back at him, straining to be heard over the gunfire. "Kim, thank god, I was able to convince command to send some reinforcements, they'll be here in another minute, just hold out until then!" Jace yelled. "Well tell them to hurry the fuck up! I'm not sure how long this cover's gonna hold!" She yelled back as another bullet pinged against her cover.

Suddenly, a pulsing object flew at her over her cover. She looked down to see a small spherical object land by her feet. Her eyes widened as she recognized the design of a grenade. Without thinking, she grabbed the grenade and chucked it back over her cover. The grenade never landed back down, exploding in mid air as Kim ducked back into cover to avoid the blast. "Come on, where's the reinforcements?" Kim whispered

Orinthia Ochoa & 2401 Ruinous Bias; Xcom Viper Sniper & Cyberdisc nearing outpost 8; june 11th

Orinthia Ochoa or "smiley" as some would call her, smiled as the wind pulled at her body. "Hey Ruinous Bias thanks for the ride" Orinthia said loudly to be heard over the rushing wind. The yellow scaled Viper and the plain white cyberdisc flew through the air to where the two other Xcom operatives required reinforcement to survive. "With your help I'm sure we can get there quickly and make sure no one gets hurt." She said happily as she got ready to be dropped on a nearby building.

"Yes, I do hope they are okay. I wish these x-rays hadn't started shooting when they met us." 2401 Ruinous Bias replied with a masculine voice with synthetic undertones. He wouldn't be in his comfort zone for this mission. He'd have to cover the retreating and most likely injured agents before getting out himself. Which he could not do from a distance. So he would have to get down there and draw fire. Not his strong points but he'd gladly do it. He could be repaired easily, they could not.

"Your drop point is coming up. Let go in three...two...one, drop." 2401 Ruinous Bias counted down as he 'felt' her grip loosen on his shell. He felt her weight disappear along with her grip. Now came up his part. 2401 Ruinous Bias could help but feel a bit nervous as he changed from flight mode into combat mode in mid air. Time to be a hero he supposed.

Orinthia Ochoa quickly got into position, she couldn't miss these shots. No, not with lives on the line. She quickly line up the iron sights on an x-ray with a heavy weapon who was from what she could tell reloading. That might pose a danger to the nice cyberdisc she had met and she couldn't allow that to happen. She pulled the trigger, a powerful stream of plasma went from her barrel into the air before it met with the flesh and metal of the x-rays head and continued onwards to hit the ground and melt the reinforced concrete.

It brought her no joy to kill, but it was necessary. If she let the aliens live then one of her friends or comrades might die. She felt her heart grow heavy as she lined up her sights onto another target. She just hoped she wasn't killing any fathers or mothers, she didn't want to be responsible for leaving orphan's behind.

Kim Holz; Xcom Psionic Scout running away from outpost 8; june 11th

Kim felt and heard something hit the ground. She took the chance to peek over cover and she felt her eyebrows raise in pleasant surprise at what she saw. A cyberdisc in combat form, he/she/it didn't give the x-rays a chance to get over their surprise from the synth suddenly dropping in. The two plasma repeaters began to spew out pulses of plasma onto the surprised x-rays. Meanwhile to her growing surprise a shot from a plasma lance took an x-ray's life before taking another.

"Kim! Get out of there! Use the sewer to get back to base without trouble. I'll meet you halfway." Jace ordered frantically as the x-ray troop transports got closer and the doors opened to reveal x-rays who began to fire at the cyberdisc, however thankfully none of them seemed to have heavy weapons.

Kim did not need any more convincing as she ran over to the middle of the street and pried the manhole open and slipped inside. She was greeted by almost pitch black darkness as she quickly shut it behind her. Kim allowed herself a breath of relief as she climbed down the semi short ladder. She almost fell on her rear when she stepped off the ladder, the last rung was missing causing her to misjudge the distance.

She quickly made her way through the tunnels which were marked with xcom level efficiency. She silently thanked the builders of the tunnels as she walked. Kim paused as she heard something scurrying about, something big. Kim quickened her pace. There really wasn't any dangerous wildlife on Shanxi bar a few poisonous animals. She heard the scurrying sound yet again, but this time it was closer, much closer.

Now Kim was running, a panicked almost blind run. But it wasn't without reason, she could hear somethings else running and it was gaining. In the dark light of the sewer tunnels she had tripped over her own feet twice and she was having a hard time navigating. She looked over her shoulder for only a second, but that was all Kim needed to accidentally run into a wall.

Kim fell to her rear painfully and groaned, struggling to get up. She grit her teeth, the pain from her encounter had started to come about. The adrenaline of it all had kept her busy from noticing the pain, unfortunately, that made it all worse as it crashed upon her like a tidal wave.

She gave up, there was no way she could move in this sort of condition. Only thing to do now was wait for someone to rescue her… She propped herself against the sewer wall, looking from side to side as the scuttling noise grew nearer. Fear numbing most of her senses and heightening the ones it didn't. Kim silently whispered a prayer that if whatever was following her wanted her dead, it was at least quick. The scurrying stopped with a splash of water.

Kim shifted, agony shooting up her spine, she could only groan pathetically. In the dark water in front of her, two yellow lights accompanied by gentle glowing orange spikes slowly came up from the water. Her breath hitched as the dimmed lights gave her a profile of a spindly figure on four long sharp tipped legs that was dripping water.

Kim couldn't move, horror anchoring her in place as the insectoid spindly figure rose out of the water to stand above her at at least 6 inches tall in height. Two long…'feelers' ran over her face and armor, the feelers came to a halt at the xcom symbol that was in here armor. Suddenly two clawed four finger hands gripped her body tightly and kim blacked out not only from fear, but from her earlier injuries.

Orinthia Ochoa & 2401 Ruinous Bias; Xcom Viper Sniper & Cyberdisc nearing outpost 8; june 11th

Orinthia smiled as she saw the injured agent slip into the sewers, at least she would be safe there. Her smile faded as she refocused her rifle on another target. 2401 Ruinous Bias was taking heavy fire and it was starting to show. Dents showed and scorch marks marred his shell. "Ruiness Bias I think we've done our job. Let's get out of here before we can't leave!" She exclaimed loudly

Ruiness Bias lowered himself to the ground before jumping into the air, while in the air he folded back into his disc form and quickly took to flight. The bullets that had once slammed into his form now either grazed and bounced off harmlessly or missed altogether. The cyberdisc flew up to Orinthia's position. The Viper sniper wasted little time in jumping onto the synthetics marred and battle scarred shell where she gripped onto him for dear life.

"Mission accomplished." 2401 Ruinous Bias reported as he flew as fast as he could, he needed repairs badly, some of those bullets had gotten past his shell and done some real damage. Hopefully it wouldn't take him out of the fight for too long. He felt the viper patting his shell and talking in that happy tone she always had. He didn't hear what she had said, but he agreed completely.

*A/N* multiple turians heads on pikes all over it's body, some of the heads were mutilated. Missing fringes and mandibles alike. It was also...painted in blue blood, intricate designs drawn with what he assumed were fingers from the prints that could be found all over it.

What do you guys think of this? Me and my beta got into a spat over this, is this cringey and unneeded? (yes)[we know your opinion already hush] (Nein) Or does it show just how far Xcom is willing to go to win? Or does some of this have to be toned down? I kinda want to portray war at its nastiest. Take note, this Xcom had stuffed heads and bodies.

So DARK SOULS 3 is very fun. But sad. Oh my fair lady, why must thy fate tear at mine heart? ALSO YOSHKA BEST GIRL. Seriously she is so damn innocent it's adorable. Also fuck the Blue Sentinels and BladeOFtheDarkmoon. I want those EARS!

Here's a little example.

"In a twist of events, it turned out that Hayden had a problem with gravity. Being throw off an edge to his death more than five times. But the good news was that Hayden found Cornyx of the Great swamp. Although, again, Hyden didn't think he would use pyromancy he still accepted the old man's offer. Taking a few steps away from the now empty cage, the rotted wood beneath his fate gave way and Hayden tumbled through it, getting stuck halfway through the floor. "Gods damn it." He muttered."