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dogma wrote:I weep for the people that put him in a position of power.

What are you talking about? The dude practically channels the brains of 7 year olds everywhere. Kids are gonna love those things. His hands sculpt money.

Personally, as far as James Cameron goes, I think this was one of his weaker films. I mean, it was flashy, that's for sure, but as far as story goes...it just didn't have that special thing that makes his movie awesome.


It was Pochohantas in space, after all.

+++Identification: Lieutenant Petrick of the 19th Cadian+++
+++Data Log 17, 3rd Day of the Pandora Campaign+++
+++986002 M.41 The Day of Ordance Blessings+++
+++Thought of the Day: A small mind is easily filled with faith+++

3 days on this gakhole of a planet. 3 days in this Emperor-forsaken outpost. This rebreather feels like it's attached to my face. At least in the compound back at the dropsite we could breath easily inside. Here though, no such luck.

The native xenos are relentless. On the first day alone I lost 20 or so men in an ambush to thier cursed arrows as we set up camp. Thankfully the autocannon nailed a few of them before they slunk back into the undergrowth. Wasn't much left in the way of bodies to recover. Autocannon rounds leave a bit of a mess.

On top of the damn xenos I've got to worry about the fething place itself. Already 3 men were eaten alive by one of those giant panther creatures. It was only stopped when that Catachan Sergeant One-eye tackled the damn thing and jammed his knife into it's eye. The thing ran off but the crazy Catachans took after. About 5 minutes later they came back with the giant creature slung around thier shoulders. Fething crazy those Catachans are. They seem to be fething enjoying themselves.

From what I hear the purging goes well in the plains. Not much cover for the filthy aliens to hide from our Valkryies and Tanks out there. Here though, there's no room for them to manuvere so where stuck with the job of cleansing them out the hard way. To the south of our posistion the Basilisks are obliterating the areas where we think they're concentrated, but it hasn't seemed to really affect them.

We've established a foothold. Now it's just a matter of time, and lives, before we root them out.

+++Log Ends+++