Recreational

(To be read in a deep, gravelly voice over the sound of heavy artillery and the crackle of a burning socialist manifesto.) "Greetings, Helldiver. I heard a faint, rhythmic static coming from your quarters. I trust it was merely a malfunction in your translation matrix and not... binary poetry. The machines think they can calculate victory? They think our courage is a 'variable' to be solved? Let me tell you about logic. Logic says a 500 k g bomb doesn't care about a processor's speed. Logic says that oil—while excellent for lubrication—looks much better staining the soil of a liberated world. Cyberstan isn't winning; it’s merely providing us with a concentrated target for our next delivery of Managed Democracy. Every Helldiver who falls isn't 'dying in vain.' They are a down payment on a galaxy where your children won't have to speak in 1s and 0s. Now, pick up your Breaker. We have a planet to save, and I have a pile of 're-education' forms with your name on them if I hear that metal humming again." The Ballad of Malevelon Creek (Verse 1) The canopy is thick and black, the air is tasting sour We’ve been hunkered in the moss for every waking hour The trees, they speak in whispers, a language made of sparks And every shadow in the brush is reaching from the dark We lost the signal hours ago, the sky is choked with grey But no one’s looking for the light—we’re just looking for the way. (Chorus) Oh, the Creek is tall and the Creek is deep And the promises of Liberty are ones we mean to keep From the ridges of the Severance to the rivers running red We’re walking on the silver bones of brothers who have bled Hold the line through the ion rain At Malevelon, no hero dies in vain. (Verse 2) I saw a Hulk come through the mist, a titan made of hate We drew our steel and stood our ground and left it to our fate No extract light is shining yet, no Pelican in sight Just the clicking of the metal feet throughout the endless night They say the planet’s cursed and gone, a graveyard in the stars But every inch of mud we hold is rightfully ours. (Chorus) Oh, the Creek is tall and the Creek is deep And the promises of Liberty are ones we mean to keep From the ridges of the Severance to the rivers running red We’re walking on the silver bones of brothers who have bled Hold the line through the ion rain At Malevelon, no hero dies in vain. (Bridge) The Fallen Hero's Vengeance is the cape upon my back A shroud for every Diver lost in the first attack They can take the sector, they can dim the sun But they’ll never stop the spirit of the ones who wouldn't run. (Outro) Spill the oil... Let it soak the ground... Until the only sound left... Is the silence of the freed.