[ WP ] The classic Technology vs . Nature story , but twisted on its head . Make the Technology side good and the Nature side evil .

`` Burn it!'' The lieutenant screamed. 
 The flame thrower wielding soldier folded down his cracked reflective visor and leveled his weapob at the fungus. 
 A hefty click, and a stream of flame spewed forward, smoke clung to the burning fuel as it flew voraciously toward it's target. However it was too late, the spores had already been released into the atmosphere. The lieutenant peered through his mask and looked up seeing the purple puffs float idly into the sky. His eyes widend into panic. 
 
 Another soldier fumbled for his radio. 
 She Sqawked `` This is clean up team epsilon, mission failed spores released, permission to retreat over?'' 
 
 `` Roger that, epsilon process to evacuation point'' the radio replied. 
 The other soldiers sighed heavily through their masks and began to walk through the rest of the landscape, massive pods and molds covered the ground, dead trees creaked, and bodies littered the ground. Another voice squawked `` ATTENTION ALL UNITS, MISSION FAILED ALL FORCSS WITHDRAW, CONTAINMENT HAS BEEN BREACHED, COMMAND WAITING FORCSS NUCLEAR AUTHORIZATION'' 
 
 `` alright double time people!'' The lieutenant shivered. 
 `` Satscan confirmed, 25 class five fungal entities are inbound! 
 
 The troops ran, the containment wall was only a few minutes away, however it would be useless soon as it would not be able to stop the spores from creating more vile spawn once they floated over it. 
 
 Johnson! Move it! The soldier was beginning to gag, the lieutenant looked at the soldiers mask, white furry spores covered the intake. 
 
 Another troop put his hand on the lieutenants shoulder 
 `` Sir the Charlie fives are 20 meters away'' 
 
 `` Johnson! Drop your tanks!'' 
 The napalm filled canisters dropped to the ground, causing clouds of small spores to float. 
 
 `` Sir five meters! 
 
 How the hell?! 
 
 The wall was only a few feet away, the soldiers were panicking, trying to keep their masks clean, the clouds of spores were becoming to thick. 
 
 The lieutenant grabbed his radio and screamed `` we have a blizzard situation! I repeat! We have a... 
 The lieutenant dropped his radio to the ground, as he witnessed the mounds of fused corpses drag themselves sullenly over the hill.
