They wanted a tragedy. We gave them a triumph.
Against all odds… we held the line. With half our ammo, no reinforcements, and both the Jet Brigade and Incineration Corps bearing down on us, we were meant to lose. Everyone knew it. Joel stacked the deck. Arrowhead tightened the noose. They wanted us to fail on the eve of Malevelon Creek Memorial Day.
But we didn’t.
Pöpli IX stands liberated—not because of some miracle, not because of High Command—but because of the Helldivers who refused to die quietly. The Jet Brigade is gone. The Incineration Corps burned out. Even without support, we showed them why the Creek matters. Why we matter.
They can take our buffs, they can bury us in patches, they can lie through their teeth about what this war really is—but they can’t erase what we did here.
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