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== <b> The Invasion Begins </b> ==

Suddenly /x/'s door bursts open revealing /k/ standing in the doorway, the light from the hallway casting his silhouette across the room.
"We're evacing everybody to the roof, I need you to... WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!?" yells /k/ as he unslings his rifle, and /d/ collapses into a pool of liquid and floods out the door.
/x/ stands frozen, staring in shock at the gun in /k/'s hands.  As /k/ lowers his rifle, /x/ looks around her room, realizing that she has forgotten something important.
/k/ stands in the doorway, looking a bit unsettled for a second before he wipes his boots off on the carpet.  "Hope this shit doesn't stain, forest camo is worthless in this area."
/x/ quickly collects an item from a shelf in her room, and starts to run out after /d/ when /k/ stops her.  "No can do little lady.  I need you to get somewhere safe." he warns.
"The lower floors'll be the first place getting breached.  You need to get upstairs.  I'm still not sure if we're gonna be able to hold this down for too long."
"If that's the case, then I'm staying here." replies /x/  "I can do more to protect this house from my room than I can by cowering on the roof." she states defiantly.
/k/ judges the situation for a moment, analyzing /x/'s fierce glare, and decides to let her stay.  A  brief sigh escapes his lips and he relaxes his shoulders.
"Have it your way, missy." says /k/, a proud smile barely hidden on his face as he offers a salute before closing the door and heading to the next room.
Later, as /k/ makes it to the roof with several of the others in tow, he steps up to his vantage point and surveys the scene.  It looks like the shit has already hit the fan.

/tg/ and /co/ are fighting back to back in an awesome display that you could almost imagine being accompanied by an epic soundtrack.
/tg/ would look entirely out of place next to the costumed hero at his side, were it not for the massive hammer he was wielding with a surprising amount of skill.
/sp/ and /fit/ are fighting together close by, engaging in a form of combat much more familiar to /k/ and looking damned professional about it.
Nobody would have guessed that they'd be able to hold their own against so many, but with their daily training and a bit of teamwork they seem to be handling themselves.
/m/ has abandoned any sense of a defensive line, and has wandered well away from the building by now, though it's obvious which direction he went.
/k/'s eyes follow a path of destruction littered with bullet riddled bodies, crushed piles of bone and flesh, bloody smears and rubble painting a tapestry of destruction below him.
His vision is suddenly distracted by a flash of light coming from the sky directly above him, and he nearly goes to cover before noticing the source.
Some kid with a big stick is flying high above the battle on angels wings, decked out in what was probably the most ridiculous battle attire she could come up with.
Beams of stars and rainbows fly out from her ornate heart-shaped staff, resulting in what has the be the most cute and wholesome battlefield slaughter /k/ has ever witnessed.
/k/ finds himself staring at her for a moment before /v/'s gunfire brings him back to earth.  "You still with us, old man?  You're gonna need an airstrike to beat my score now."

"A little early for THAT don't you think?" muses /k/ as his gaze darts to several specific points on the battlefield. "Besides, I've got a better idea."
/k/ fishes a small device out of his vest. "You guys are lucky I only removed the ones in the lawn" he says, as he flicks the safety off and presses the switch on his detonator.
Several simultaneous explosions occur throughout chokepoints and attack routes, ripping a swathe through the enemy as the /b/tards meet a deadly wall of fire and steel.
/v/ mouth drops as he witnesses the awesome carnage, and he realizes his score has been beaten with the push of a button.  This only increases his rage.
/v/ pounds one of the cans on his utility belt and throws the empty into the crowd, impaling some random /b/-tards head with aluminum.
He changes his weapon from the sniper rifle he was using into a RAWKET LAWNCHAIR and dives off the edge of the building into a horde of /b/-tards yelling "MAGGOTS!"
/v/ lands in the shockwave of the explosions from his rocketfire, a red aura of rage burning into /k/'s vision as /v/ charges out of the smoke, now wielding dual miniguns.
/k/ sets his mind back to business as he settles in behind his rifle on the rooftop, amidst the sounds of battle and /v/'s screams of rage in the distance.
"Time to get to work I suppose." he says, chambering a round and putting his cigarette out on the ground beside him.  "It's gonna be a long night."
As the battle continues outside, two tenants remain behind.  The forces at work inside the house hold a pivotal role in defending it, and the legion has not forgotten them.