A Hell Divers Daughter Talks To Her Father About Malevelon Creek

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Remember the fallen. Remember the dedication. Remember the committment. Remember their sacrifices. Remember The Creek

I feel like there's gonna be some battle somewhere in this game's lifespan that's gonna make Malevelon look like a cakewalk. Imagine what an invasion on Mars and SuperEarth would be like. Edit: we lost the creek lol things are gonna get so much worse

How on super earth could I ever forget malevelon creek? I'm still there, man. We're still fighting. They don't stop coming.

I once met a nameless diver Clad in bright orange and black If I only knew that he Was never to come back I dropped into the Creek that day Alone and scared as hell 2 others came at my request We fought and we fought well The robots kept on coming As we fought against the tide My rocket screamed into the next The fire bursting high A hand upon my shoulder As suddenly I turned There stood the nameless Diver Somehow unconcerned He loaded the next missile The wave was nearly done We heard the call for extract Not a word said as we run The Pelican comes swooping As a tank rolls in the rear But atop it stood the diver Somehow absent of all fear I beg of him to join us As he takes a final stand The last thing I remember The image of his severed hand And torso And Head His insignias lay barren His name now masked by blood Burned away by fascist fires... I don't... Want to remember... His screams... The echo... ... ... it can't be my fault... right? Remember your fallen heros And listen to this veteran speak Of the nameless, brave helldiver Who perished, at the Creek (Based on a true story. A game glitch resulted in a helldiver with no name, rank, or indicator of any kind. He lies nameless, but his cause has no need for one)

Malevelon Creek is the Reach of the Helldivers universe!!

Praise war daddy joey, meanest hell fighter I knew, yea he fought the rest of that fucking battle blind, he did his part, they all did, how about you?

This is funny but I bet there were too many streamers at Malevelon Creek too busy reacting to on-screen action for the views to properly smoke Skynet fools. The other day I played with a guy, no voip, no text, we understood each other without a single word. It was just sounds of success, screeching of dying automatons, and our silence. Best squadmate I ever had. We still never talk sometimes.

I went in as a boy, but came back broken; because my other half is down there at the Creek. I ran through the jungle, painted red with blood and lights. Down there at the Creek. I shoot my gun, among blood, ash and death. Down there at the Creek. I held my dying brothers in my arms. "I want to go home, I want to go home..." they said before dying. Down there at the Creek. I'm sorry mom, don't think I'm coming back. Because your little boy will die down here. ...Down at the Creek.

As a Vet in the Eastern Conflicts, i salute the poor bastards that fought the Bots. Eastern vets have nostalgia for the campaigns, joking about broken limbs from chargers and acid burns from spewers or that scream Joey made when that stalker got the drop on him. But the men that dared too look to the West? I dont think they'll ever be the same. I can joke about that time we took a moment to make snow angels on Fenrir and had a snowball fight. No one jokes about the Creek.

Well, the lifespan of a Imperial Guard in 40k is 15 hours on the battlefield. The devs of Helldivers stated that the lifespan of an average helldiver is only 2 minutes on the battlefield. Talk about the meatgrinder eh

Extraction is Optional. The Glory is Eternal. Honour Our Martyrs! For Super Earth! Malevelon Creek will be Liberated!

20 days y’all. This game has only been out for 20 days, and yet the lore is already deeper than the Mariana Trench.

"Were you at Malevelon Creek with the other Helldivers?" "No I pussed out after one extermination mission and went back to killin bugs."

I promised his mom i would never let go of her son, i promised that the day we set off. When we deployed to that planet, that hell scape, i knew it would be luck that brought us home. The jungle swallowed us whole. I remember the exfil ship diving in to save us, i grabbed a hold of my best friend, taking his hand in mine. I turned around and yelled at the pilot to take off, but when i looked back to my friend, all i saw was a hand, still holding onto mine. I couldnt dare look his mother in the eyes, but she forgave me, she knew i never let go

My dad served as a helldiver. He fought the bugs and it didn’t affect him that much from what I saw. He killed bugs at home aggressively and sometimes laughed about it. He’d tell stories about some of the nasty things he killed. But then… he dropped to the creek. He never said he went there, never talked about it, but mom knew, my older brother knew. We didn’t drive at night because the rear taillights made my dad “angry” and “upset” from what mom said, I didn’t get it. Then we caught him trying to cut the power to the house. We didn’t have power for weeks, living in darkness, my dad just running from room to room, calling out to squad mates that weren’t there. Then the tears, the next morning he would stare into nothing. Eyes bloodshot, hands shaking. I don’t know, for democracy right? I told him I’m a be a hell diver today thinking I’d make him proud. He stared me in the face and said don’t go to the creek. I didn’t have a choice. I dropped out of my pod and we pushed through. Today we liberated the creek, I called my dad on the way back, told him what we did. He couldn’t stop crying, I just stayed on the line with him, what was left of him anyway. For democracy… Right??

“ The Creek… The Creek never changes, Helldivers do, Through the planets they walk” - Chief Ron Perlman

They weren’t family when they started training in the camps. By the time they dropped into hell, they were. o7

The Ministry of Truth would like to remind Helldivers that all correspondence with loved ones about their service must be unanimously positive. Your eligibility for citizenship depends on it.

I do not come here to bury StinkyMcFartBoi, but to salute all my comrades who have known the horrors of The Creek. While all may seem bleak in this hour, we shall rise again. Managed Democracy for Malevelon Creek!