BloodsportJackSTrenchDeath

From Create Your Own Story

One of the mounted machine guns springs to life, barrels spinning and spitting out hundreds of rounds per minute.

The girl is torn into shredded meat infront of you and the bullets tear into you, too. Your sides, your lungs, and your stomach are pierced. Stomach acid starts to eat at you. Breathing is simply agonizing. You howl in pain from the effort.

Mercifully, another bullet hits you dead in the eyes and ends your suffering instantly.

Bloodsport.
I Am:	Jack S.	I'm In: The Trenches.
I Feel:	Dead.
Kills:	N/A.