The Kracen part1 sec. 2The sea was red, and the shore was splashed with the remains of bodies. Not one was left, all life was gone from this once peacfull beach. Only blood and corpses layed out on the beaches gave clue to the battle that had taken place off the shores of the once inhabbeted land of Africa. Ruened ships of those who so bravely protected there lands were decorating the shollows like reefs. Out from the depths of the war zone crept the large black ship coated in spines and bodies that hung from wire and poles know as the Kracen. Any one who layed eyes on that monster would soon know fear.......if you lived, you were one god lucky man......
Hellstrok language part 1English in Kreig the language of the Hellstrok:
Man: yang' bout
Hair: gooden' nor
Go over there: Goi yert'agon yeter rea.
Where are the enemy: ten'yoi zix res'hekeg enemyet
I like your hair: I yin gross gooden' nor
You will bring food: Yui llir vive negt
You will die: Yui llir rel
Go to sleep: re iu quent
sniper rifle: def' jih
Chainsword: buzz' blajge
knife: gek' blage
Rocket louncker: reu' reg
Chain gun: gim' rikeo
heavy machine gun: grang' yik' vor
light machine gun: morcrio' yik' vor
Bayonett: gam' gek' blage
Curse story line mission 1 pt5.......the black night crept over the trees and all light was gone. The stench of rotting corpses filled the air, and blood sunk into the earth. The screams of the dead consumed the night as birds decaded the bodies of that were now nothing more than broken shells. Ruened tanks and armor covered the gounds of the mighty battle feild. Not one being was left alive, not one. The massacer that lasted sevral nights was now over........
We are the Hellstrok.....The ground will shake, your hearts will bleed, you will wish for death before the end. Whan we march opon your soil, you will tremble and beg for us to end you. You shall join or you shall fall, we will crush thoughs who opose us and make thoughs who join us imortal, we will kill man child and woman to seek our vengance. We are imortal but suffer the pain of hell over andover, we thrive on the blood of our kills andstruggle to survive. We are torchered by the very deamons we serve, we feel pain ten thousand times worse, we are beat and whiped to be perfect. We are Hell, We are gods ........we.....are hellstrok, and this.....is our curse.....
The Reapers we are.We are the Reapers,
We come to you in the night like death its self,
We kill for the blood and do not care whom we hurt,
We are the devil rencarnated,
We will hunt you down to the ends of the Earth,
We will never stop the blood shed, for blood is our life,
We will server our lord to the end,
We are the Reapers,
You think there is an end,
You say that you are imortal,
You thrive on the idea of your powerfull gods,
You say we are weak,
We are the Reapers,
There is never a time when we will die, we will always live among the shadows by wich we cling, we are death, the oppisite of angles.........we are the Reapers, and you are our prey........