[ WP ] You are a minion in a tower defense game , describe your final moments/thoughts .

We were the first wave, meant to probe The Enemy's defenses. Being fresh recruits, we were all eager to see action for the first time, to take to battle in service of the Emperor. Perhaps it was this eagerness, this desire to prove ourselves, that led to our selection in the first place. 
 
 As we gathered at the staging area, the commanders gave us our final briefing. `` It is simple, boys. Run. Run like the wind. The objective is just there on the other side.'' 
 
 Finally, the signal was given, and we surged as one towards The Enemy. For the first few meters, we encountered no resistance. We were emboldened, thinking that victory was within our grasp. 
 
 We were wrong. Dead wrong. 
 
 As we rushed passed Corner 5, I heard an ominous sound. Gears. More specifically, the engines that drove The Enemy's turrets. But no one else heard it, drown in the roar of battle cries. 
 
 As such, we rounded the corner, only to find thousands of barrels pointing right at us. For a moment, time froze. Then, fire and lead rained down upon us, and there were *screams*. 
 
 All around me, my fellow recruits fell to opposing gunfire. Blood flooded the lane, bodies fell all around me. Number 112, who was right in front of me, virtually evaporated from the intensity of the gunfire. 
 
 Still, the mission must carry on. I gritted my teeth, and using a fallen corpse yet to be torn apart as a shield, I forged on. With every step, I could feel my cover eroding. 
 
 After what felt like eternity, I realised my shield had being reduced to a scrap of cloth.'093', it read. Looking all around, I saw a sea of corpses, red with fresh blood, each riddled with countless bullet holes. But my gambit paid off. I was out of the turrets' range. Glancing at the sky, I gave thanks to the Emperor for His protection. 
 
 Suddenly, a loud shriek forced me to cover my ears, head ringing in pain. I looked ahead in horror, as the very fabric of reality was torn asunder by The Enemy's foul sorcery. Right before my eyes, a tower materialised, one vastly different from the ones I left behind. While the previous were iron-wrought and splattered with blood aplenty, this one was crystalline, its colours ever-changing, and it sparked with arcane energies. 
 
 *So this was it. * I though. *Very well. * 
 
 `` FOR THE EMPEROR!'' I roared in defiance, and charged onwards. Moments later, a bolt of azure lightning tore through my flesh. I screamed in pain, as my very soul was ripped from its mortal shell. Then, I knew no more....
