The Great Gaming Crusade: "Wading into battle my gun out of ammo, shields almost depleted, Orks surround me and more are being dropped down from ships high above. Death is assured, but not for me, I am a space marine an elite soldier of the god emperor of mankind and all shall fall against my might. Taking out my chain sword, I rip into the nearest Ork and push towards a turret behind a barricade. Their numbers are still growing, so I lob a grenade in their direction keeping them off my back. Upon reaching the turret and mowing the final Ork down, an Ork twice the size of the rest comes crashing down. I look him in the eyes and ready my sword."