War Of Games
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Last published Wed, Apr 26, 2017
Entry 1:
April 22, 2156
Before I had realized that I was dreaming I had a rather interesting dream.
On a day where the sky runs dark, there is a single glare of light falling from the skies. Only some will cherish this moment in history, while others will look back thinking, "This can only end badly, very badly...."
After 2.00pm on the day the sky runs dark, a strange figure appears out of the skies. This figure looks like a large mango with silver painting and a shining top, that reflects the single glare of light falling from the skies.
As the figure lands on the ground many turn their heads and look toward the odd shaped structure, coming out of the structure was a strange fluid that looked and smelt like gasoline.
As this fluid becomes visible to the naked eye, many soldier like forms come from the structure.
With eyes as blue as the sky and armor of the Templar, came the Zealots of Stars.
Following from the single glare of light came another light falling from the skies, with the shape of a familiar logo that we all know and all know well.
The logo of Skyrim, as to be believed, others looked toward the other falling object from the skies, the war between games, the war between Skyrim and Protoss has begun on our planet!
Whose side are you on?
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