Space Marine Erin was patroling one of the smaller side complexes that was exactly one tenth of one percent less likely to be destroyed by the impending nuclear strike. Some terrible plague had been affecting the local sheep. They seemed to just spontaneously explode with no explanation. Thoughts of fiery, nuclear death and random sheepsplosion occupied the young woman's thoughts as she walked up to one of the thicker doors of the facility. It was soundproof, airproof, bulletproof, laserproof, waterproof, and proof against at least 13 more things that she wasn't paid to know or care about.
As she reached down to the console panel and pressed the button to open the door, it made a light and pleasant ding sound before opening. The clatter of gunfire filled the hall around the young space marine as bullets zoomed, seemingly, in every direction beyond the portal. The corridor was awash with combat rounds, light and heavy ordinance, and men screaming and yelling.
Erin did what any young space marine would do in her shoes. She calmly reached back to the door panel, pressed the close button, and was once again reassured by the pleasant ding sound as the door in front of her closed. She breathed a sigh of relief but momentarily pondered why the door had taken exactly 0.4 seconds longer to close than usual. This was, in fact, stranger than the gunfire. Looking down at her feet she noticed something or, rather, half of a something. Her many years of xenobiological experience combined with her own astounding powers of investigation along with slight assistance from her power armor's lifeform scanner/analyzer told her that she was looking at exactly half of a Protoss Dark Templar.
Astrogamer ( Protoss Dark Templar ) is dead.
Night 1 has begun.
