A Mercenary group and a Cult of the Mechanicus meet upon a battlefield sodden with the undeath. Their forces must combine or perish,
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| The Mechanicum enters the field... |
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| The smell of blood draws forth the living dead. |
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| Mercs draw down on the undead... |
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| Agents of the Mechanicum stall upon seeing the living dead. |
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| ahhhhhh... the undead move forth. |
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| Barely visible, the dead walk upon through this city. |
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| The Mechanicum ventues forth. |
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| The fringe. |
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| OMG! The dead walk again! |
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| OMG!!! lets get the hell out of here! |
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| blam-blam-blam... the undead drop one by one... |
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| The Mercs charge and render the walking dead. |
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| Agents of the Mechanicum prepare to slaughter the masses of walking dead. |
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| Three rounds of combat result in a cloud of bial and dead flesh. |
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| The Mercs clear the area and move forward, |
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| As the Mercs consolidate a group of seven zombies spring forth. |
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| "None shall pass..." |
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| Die!!!!!!! |
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| The combat was brutal but the Mechanicus would defeat the warp enhanced enemy... |
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| The Mercs would puch through the many zombies that waited in their path. |
























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