They say that when even the corporate armies aren't enough,
you call on the elite. You call on the Blood Berets. They've seen it all; the
swamps, the sand, the arctic wastes. But there was something about the
jungle....
The deafening quiet, made more so by the thick foliage overhead,
pressed upon the berets as they methodically worked their way through the jungle.
Other than the occasional cautious 'blip' by the scanner, the berets were
nothing more than camouflaged whispers.
Then it all broke loose. Horrendous
beast-screams ripped through the air as the scanners went wild. Undead legion
troops burst through the growth and attacked with inhuman rage. Weapons hummed
into action and rapid-fire bursts leveled jungle and enemy alike as the first
of many ferocious fire-fights began. The Blood Berets had arrived.
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