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oh, but who's to say there is no beauty in the suffering of those frozen martyrs, immortalized forever beneath the ice?
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what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.
what if we were brothers in arms in the war torn landscape of europa and i held your bleeding wound as the blood stained the endless, blinding white tundra, your bated breath asking me to bury you back home and our last memory together was looking up to the swirling rings of color on jupiter. what then.
reblog to send that dipshit warmie to the trenches
It's only a matter of time before Eloid finds out about the Europa Ice War posting going on on Twitter and joins in on it in an attempt to be cool and hip.
map of europa with drawings of my fellow soldiers from back during the ice war
way back when I got promoted to sergeant my captain gave me the company guidebook on europan warfare and all these maps. neither of them were worth anything except as a canvas. thing is, ink and paint freezes in those tunnels, so I drew the other soldiers all in pencil. I've been going through these old sketches from my time on the ice and thinking I might share some of them, so I'll have a few more for you soon, because the ice was hell and this was the only thing that made it gentler
Source for map (Global Geologic Map of Europa by USGS in conjunction with NASA):
https://pubs.usgs.gov/sim/3513/sim3513_sheet.pdf
(I love USGS so much)
upon morning reflection I've decided the ice looks decent and the helmet looks kinda sick but I failed to convey the cosmic horror of the watchful eye of jove. but I think that's because no earthly medium can capture jove's pitiless face, and certainly not the crude colors of a veteran like me
we honor our fallen comrades beneath jove's unblinking eye
we honor our fallen comrades beneath jove's unblinking eye
they ship in warmies who think they know war but no one knows war before
no one from terra knows what it is to feel your lungs fill with ice as the red eye watches you forever
no one from terra knows how to fight in tunnels or trenches; that planet is too crowded, everywhere has people, no one knows what it's like to fight inside the ground itself
no one from terra knows how the fighting goes when the line between soldier and miner is as blurry as your vision gets as the ice sets in
no one from terra knows how fighting used to be, without plasma guns or electro-bombs, no one knows how to fight when it gets so cold that all the modern tech dies and you're left with your frozen purple hands and the rifles of your ancestors
no one from terra knows what war is. no one knows what war is before—
before they come here.