Got a fireteam together and cleared Crater Lake - it was pretty hairy, but we got through it. No sweat. Right?
But those "hominis machina," man... if that's what the Bane will do to me if they catch me, I'm gonna eat a bullet first. A nice big one, one that'd splatter my brains over half a klick so they can't use 'em. I'd seen the Forean Machina, but it didn't quite sink in. They're just so... wrong. Humans - good soldiers, dedicated scientists, brave men and women - made into bloody, blank-eyed puppets and set against their former friends. Brr. I thought I was pretty tough, but those bastards got to me.