the Velcro™ ripped away from the loop field, making an unforgettable snapping for every hook broken loose. thousands and snaps joined together in raucous harmony, shattering the still of the night.
John halo froze in his tracks. no amount of active camoflauge could conceal his presence from the enemy after that disaster. his muscles strained to maintain his pose, as the gaze of The Giant surveyed the land. John halo itched to move, to run and hide in the debris field left in The Giant's wake. But he could not risk even breathing, for attracting attention would lead to certain doom.
The Giant finished their review of the city street and began to move on, satisfied that no living thing remained in proximity. John halo finally inhaled, tasting the sweet recycled air of his helmet, and getting a hint of fresh Velcro™ polyester. He inched his way to cover behind a yellow taxi. Finally, he was able to finish removing the old patch from his shoulder, stowing the battered nylon insignia of a wizard in his admin pouch. In his other hand he dusted off the fresh replacement: a round patch with a particularly well-endowed animated female in a suggestive pose. John halo had a hard time making out the writing, but it didn't matter. The huge anime tiddies were intact, and that's what's really important. He proudly stuck the patch on his shoulder and looked back upon the dismembered corpse of the marine on the ground, from whence the patch came.
"Sleep well, fellow coomer," John said as he gave a short salute to the fallen.
John halo was almost ready to move on to the next building when he heard as shrill sound reverberating through the air. The incredibly strong back hair of John halo stood on end as the sound became more of a whir, almost like a massive turbine was starting up. Peeking around the side of the taxi, John halo could not see anything, but the noise was growing - so powerful that even the ground seemed to be vibrating.
He tightened his clutch on the rifle in his hands and began to slowly rise to his feet, trying to get a measure on his surroundings. The nearest building was 30 metres away - his trip to salvage the petch placed him near the middle of the roadway. As he looked around for another exit, a dark shadow loomed over John. He looked up, truly fearing for the first time in his life, unsure of what he was witnessing above. The Giant never actually had left. The impossibly loud footsteps and size of the creature had prevented John from ever getting a good luck at it. But with the sun behind him, the dark truth was revealed. John halo slowly lifted his eyes above The Giant's fuzzy grown feet, revealing a upright bipedal squirrel, with the most unfortunately grotesque and large male phallus directed right at him. A massive rush of air knocked John halo off his feet, hurtling both him the Taxi towards oblivion. Clutching his freshly adorned shoulder with his hand, he prayed as the light faded.
"Worth it," he muttered as he slipped from consciousness.