The Meme Expert
Bullets flew through the air in droves eagerly seeking out their human prey; explosions rocked the field sending debris and particles of dust and stone flying. A small squad of soldiers, growing increasingly smaller as they were cut down stood desperately trying to stem the tide of foes. All hope seemed lost for them when all of a sudden the front ranks of the enemy lit up in a massive explosion. A weary soldier turned to look behind him and there bathing in the light of the sun stood a huge armored figure. He threw down his rocket launcher and hefting his machine gun, laid waste to the enemy lines. They were cut down like flies. Bullets, rockets, explosions all flew to him but this figure just strode through the waves of death like it was nothing. Each time his gun spoke, dozens of foes dropped. Within minutes the entire field was clear. Not a single enemy remained.

“By the gods,” one of the soldiers spoke up in awe, “who are you?”

The figure turned and stared at him. Moments passed then he spoke in a deep voice, “Call me Epik, amigos.”
-By Ant (Spearhead)