[FONT=Verdana, sans-serif]Rocket Fall …
Rocket Fall …
Rocket Fall …
Welcome children of the night to the darkest hours of Rocket Fall. Rocket Fall, when green turns to brown, when all that is living becomes dead. Rocket Fall, when the psychic exhaust is so lethal that anything caught in its wake is driven insane. Rocket Fall, when the Painships are rolled into place at the launch umbilical towers, their translucent cords stretching from the terrible gantries to the human fuels below …
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Augmented target docking adapter shrouds attached?
Check.
Ethereal demon detectors withdrawn from their inner anticoincidence mantle?
Check.
Torturnauts in their psychic isolation garments?
Check.
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