Tired of preaching, we picked up our guns.
And the Earth shook beneath our feet.
"Few who speak of the battles between warsuits truly understand it... much like those who speak of war won't ever know it from a soldier's eyes. War was a frightening enough prospect before the introduction of the warsuit. Towering machines built to bring the firepower of a naval vessel onto land, to exact omnipotence and domination over entire regions with a single handful of units. These creations were adored and hated at the same time, much like any weapon of war. Their footprints crushed asunder the ruins of the former world, their gunshots rang out with a thunderous clap that would shatter windows, pop eardrums, and break bones. Their shell casings would rain down from above, lighting ablaze anything that would burn. Their defeated corpses would crash to the ground in a shambling, deafening thud, and every so often, their hearts would explode, vaporizing city blocks in a brilliant flash of nuclear fury. Truly, no weapon of war was so widely feared and respected as the warsuit, and I, for one, hope that never changes."