The mining colonies of New Sol are constantly attacked by local alien life and mercenaries from other planets trying to get in on the profits. That's why the Colonial Marine Corps is here. There is, however, one division you NEVER want to get...
And that's the 108th Division.
The 108th Marines are feared by aliens and innocent bystanders alike. If you want an area cleared, these guys will raze it to the ground. You want someone captured, you'll get his charred and grisly head. You want them to defend and hold a position, they'll go on an all-out campaign. Why do they go so very, VERY, far beyond the call of duty? Because... well, they're nuts.
(Bios coming soon)
"What them aliens need ta learn is a bit o' geography and mappin'! As anybody can see, there's only enough space on this goddamned rock for us! US DAMMIT!"
"The aliens don't understand the concept of 'SHUT THE FUCK UP', unfortunately. Fortunately though, we have plenty of teachers."
"Ducks? What the fuck do ducks have to do with fucking aliens? Fuck the ducks!"
"Watch the shiny red light..." *Shoots prisoner in the forehead* "Oh shit, it happened again."
"Bah! Guns! Screw guns!" *chainsaws alien in the face* "There's not enough splatter with guns!"
*Ducks a grenade* "Hah, he forgot to pull the pin!" *Picks it up, pulls pin, and throws back*
"Can I blow it up?"
"Sleeping on the job won't get you promotions EVER. Unless, you like... test mattresses or something. Man, that would be an awesome job. Pedro! Get me the yellow pages!"
"Some people roll the dice for a living. I kill them with their dice for a living."
"Dude, that sucked."
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