The orange dust blew over my rusted boots, the creaking buildings reminded me of what we had lost and what we were fighting for. I clenched my rifle with fearful anticipation and silent dread. I remembered the story's my father told me about mars, the fierce cabal's thundering foot steps and booming machine guns. I shook the fear off and continued on through the damned city. Then all of the legends became truths when I saw it! I was larger then life and legend, its eyes pierced through my soul, and it raised its war hammer! It was a cabal class 300 and it wanted nothing but to strike me down! I shot my rifle full auto into its armor but to no avail, it seemed like it only made the monster more angry! Then I heard a loud cracking boom of 100 cal. rounds, and the beast fell dropping its magnificent loot! I slowly turned around to see my old friend Thomas from so long ago, he simply said "Get up you fool! There are more on the horizon." I picked my self up and remembered the most important law of the jungle, the pack! And it seems the rest was history! Me and him formed a fire team and repelled the cabal forces! "Ah son those where the good old days, ah one day you will see what I'm talk-en about" He says as he tucks his child in "Good night."