I'm back with a new installment in the series! I've kept you guys cliffhanged for long enough now.
It's been five whole years since I started making this series, and so far, it's been an honorful journey to have you guys with me on. I'm serious, it does truly mean the world to me. Grab some chicken, fried potatoes and some of that Diet Mountain Dew; lets beign the path of exile...
Rayman stared at his worryful men behind the rock as bullets ricochet by them. Was this the end, he aske himself. They were pinned down so much that they only had five men left. Suddently, Rayman noticed a gastank a few yards away. "Cover me, boys," shouted out of his mouth, while he ran towards the gastank. "O-AH!" went out of the mens mouth, so they ran out in the field and shot towards the enemies cover.
Rayman ran back to cover and winked his troops back. He grabed a signal flare, ingnited it and strapped it to the gastank. He took the gastank and thew it as far as he could, just a few feet away from their cover. Rayman took his .50 anti-tank sniper rifle. Aiming, slowly and steady; his finger pushed the trigger. A BBC bullet penetrated the air faster than the speed of light. A bright light came as the bullet hit the gastank. Everyone got tinnitus from the shockwave. "Hostiles down," ran proudly out of Raymans mouth.
So, guys, this is it for now. It's is truly inspiring, amazing and condoning to be a part of a series this good. We have come four long-long years since the start. I've loved it ever since the beginning; my childhood is a part of this. I'm sorry to leave you for a long cliffhanger yet again, but I'll definitley see you in the next one.