Killzone Retribution

Killzone Retribution

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It's a fanfic of Killzone 3, I don't own any of the characters or the maps and such. I'm writing this to show my gratitude to an amazing game that's the next best thing to Battlefront, or Battlefield. Okay my guy is with the ISA, his name is James McHenry. He's from Earth and went in with the second wave in the invasion of Helgan. He fought in Phyrrus and survived the thermonuclear explosion. He fought in Visari's palace and witnessed the death of Colonel Radec. He manages to get on an ISA cruiser and almost escaped. But a MAWLER crippled his ship and James escaped on an intruder with a few other people and joined up with Sgt. Rico Velasquez. He helps with he the rescue of Sevchenko and fights through the ice parts of Helghan in a desperate effort for survival, and to free Captain Narville.
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