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- entertainment@beehaw.org
- cross-posted to:
- entertainment@beehaw.org
They skipped months, now they can’t do a fourth one :(
28 Millennia later and the Old Night falls across Terra. The codex describes humanity’s descent into warring factions. But there is a reason they called it the Old Night, an ancient rage virus re-emerged to decimate Terran civilization until The Emperor emerged to vanquish the old nemesis using his psychic and scientific powers once and for all.
Damn it, I want this to be cannon now but that would break Event Horizon as humans first contact with the warp.
Decades. Just a social drama, no zombies at left.
Please have another banger of a soundtrack. That Godspeed You Black Emperor sound really took the others from good to great.
Is there any way to find information about the company or “director” of the trailer? It is really an amazing work of video and audio editing.
Yes.
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa—Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa –
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up and down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
Seven—six—eleven—five—nine-an’-twenty mile to-day—Four—eleven—seventeen—thirty-two the day before –
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up and down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
Don’t—don’t—don’t—don’t—look at what’s in front of you.
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again);
Men—men—men—men—men go mad with watchin’ em,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Count—count—count—count—the bullets in the bandoliers.
If—your—eyes—drop—they will get atop o’ you!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up and down again) –
There’s no discharge in the war!
We—can—stick—out—‘unger, thirst, an’ weariness,
But—not—not—not—not the chronic sight of ‘em—Boot—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
‘Taint—so—bad—by—day because o’ company,
But night—brings—long—strings—o’ forty thousand million
Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again.
There’s no discharge in the war!
I—'ave—marched—six—weeks in ‘Ell an’ certify
It—is—not—fire—devils, dark, or anything,
But boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again,
An’ there’s no discharge in the war!
Try—try—try—try—to think o’ something different—Oh—my—God—keep—me from goin’ lunatic!
(Boots—boots—boots—boots—movin’ up an’ down again!)
There’s no discharge in the war!
I could only make out like half of that from the trailer, thank you!
I’m unreasonably excited for this. 28 Days scared me shitless as a teenager and I want to be without shit again.



