BoomBuni

Someone once said that any luck is good luck, and it is a longstanding belief that good luck is subjective. To some people, though, good luck only exists to others. Those people whom they encounter and are changed for the better or saved from a horribly unpleasant circumstance. He knew that was his lot, and for some reason, he had long since accepted it. This was just one of those instances. He had come across the impromptu skirmish Just across the trenches, West of Foxtrot Outpost. Some poor soldiers had the misfortune of being found by a Xanx Hive. The huge, volatile Insectoids, rather like huge red spiders, attacked anything without remor

The Mist was thick that day. Unnaturally thick, but he didn't notice. It was always foggy that time of year, and he was waiting for her to arrive. He promised a dance before they went to dinner. It was an odd request, but he'd never been able to resist the girls requests, so he agreed and they made plans to meet in the middle of the field at Centennial park. 'This isn't right,' he thought, 'Centennial park doesn't exist anymore.' He ignored his own thoughts though, and moments later she appeared, gliding through the fog like a sprite, a shadow against the yellow of the streetlights in the distance. He smiled despite himself. There was just s

At the moment of death, a surge of power... and everything he think he knows changes. A spark of energy, a Jolt of energy runs through his suit and the cool, stale air of his suits air filtration system kicks back in. He knew he should be dead, and in too many pieces to put back together, but something prevented that. Was it instinct or luck? He doesn't know. The big man groans softly and moves his hand, touching a button that lights up his helmets sights, and a quiet static fills his ears. "Corporal Blackbear to any AFS soldiers, does anyone copy?" he whispers horsely into his mic, the Tactical display showing red dots next to the names of