Editing My Immortal (section)

==Chapter 3==
AN: STOP FLAMMING DA STORY OLDCRONZ OK! odderwize gausses 2 da necron ppl 4 da good reveiws! GAUSSES AGEN RAVEN!

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On the night of the battle I put on my black lace-pattern foot casings with stilted undersides. Underneath them were red networked shinguards. Then I put on a black leather shieldskirt with all this corset stuff on the back and front. I put on matching networked vambraces on my arms. I straightened my Gauss cord and made it look all powerful. I felt a little depressed then, so I shot myself in the chest with my Gauss blaster. I reviewed a depressing file in my mind while I waited to fully reanimate and I reviewed some Gidrim battle footage. I painted my fingers black and put on TONS of black eyeliner. Then I straighted my black mandible casing. I didn't put on my white face covering because I was pale anyway. I charged from a plug so I was ready to go to the battle.

I went outside. Szeras was there in front of his Command Barge. He was wearing a Nihilakh dynasty chestplate (they would fight at the battle too), loose black leg casings, black finger coloring and a little black eyeliner (AN: a lot fo kewl cryptekz wer it ok!).

"Hi Szeras!" I said in a depressed voice.

"Hi Ekhbeni." he said back. We walked into his black barge (the serial number was 666) and flew to the place with the battle. On the way we excitedly reviewed combat footage of Gidrim and Nihilakh. We both applied engrammic-programming-altering patches. When we got there, we both hopped out of the barge. We went to the trenches at the front of the battle and jumped up and down as we watched the Gidrims slaughter humans.

"Obyron is so fucking hot." I said to Szeras, pointing to him as he sliced open a commissar, filling the battlefield with blood.

Suddenly Szeras looked sad.

"What's wrong?" I asked as we shot a few stray Guardsmen. Then I caught on.

"Hey, it's ok I don't like him better than YOU!" I said.

"Really?" said Szeras putting his arm around me all protective.

"Really." I said. "Besides I don't even know Obyron and he's lusting after Nemesor fucking Zahndrekh. I fucking hate that old fart." I said disgustedly, thinking of his ugly bronze crown.

The fight went on really well, and I had a great time. So did Szeras. After the battle, we charged our weapons and asked Obyron and Akhentomen for their glyphprints and picts with them. We both got Gidrim Dynasty chestplates. Szeras and I crawled back into the barge, but Szeras didn't go back to the tombship, instead he drove the barge into……………………… the Eldar Webway!