The Dark Summers War
It has been awhile hasn't it since I last wrote to you, hasn't it? Back before I left to fight against the Yorinthian's, back before I knew you were due with our first child. I know you're worried that some day you'll see those men in the black military dress showing up to your doorstep telling you that you have become a widow, and I know that you fear I won't come back with all the news coming out of these trenches. The bootfever, shellings, people losing their minds and snapping, and all those shootings. And those rumors that we're actually losing ground, and my love, I'd love to sweeten everything I'm about to tell you to give you some hope that I might come back. But I won't. This letter has taken forever to write due to me not having the courage to tell you the truth until today, as I fear today might be that day.
We are losing ground out here, and more men are dying from stray bullets from our people then the enemy actually hitting us, not to mention all the people couching up bloody mucus into their socks as there are no clean rags left to use. The rags that are being used are covered in puss from trying to clean out the chemical sores that were left from those gas bombs they keep hitting us with.
The corporal halted his pen as another bomb hit the trench. Outside he could hear the medical teams heavy feet splashing their way over to where the shell impacted, their faces covered in bandages and make shift gasmasks to help mask the stench of decay and chemical weapons. Fully knowing that he'd be needed down there, he folded up his letter and rushed out of his little 'office' and into the harsh elements outside. It was raining hard, harder then its ever been, and the smell of the trench was getting washed clean with the scent of mud.
Slowly he made his way down the trench, looking over the pale shaking faces of young 20-somethings in their rain tarps. "Hey C-c-corporal, when do you think this rain 'll clear up?" One sputtered out, droplets of rain flying off his lips as he spoke. "When the war ends." He joked. Further down he approached towards the impact site. The soil was upturned, people split in half their organs trailing out everywhere, some of them were still moving with the medics trying to get whoever was still in one piece, stabilized. He heard more splashing behind him, he turned to see a child no more then fourteen approaching him, "Sir!" The young man saluted. "Message from Sergeant Jennings, he wants to speak with you about a retaliation against the Yorinthians!"
The young man then disappeared. The Corporal entered into his CO's tent, Segeant Jennings was with two other officers discussing a battle plan and pointing out locations on a roughly sketched map. "Ah, Corporal Lawurence, nice of you to show up. We have an idea of where the artillery is coming in from, a small trench out west in No Man's Land." The other two officers explain the plan, sending up a small squad through some recently dug tunnels in Mary's Trench, into No Man's Land without the Yorinthian's knowing a thing, then having that team take out the artillery teams stationed there... messily. Lawurence nods his head and agrees to the plan, he heads outside the tent and back into the trench, he then speaks up.
"We have a new mission for you gentlemen, the first five to step forward will get rations for a full-week."
[[I'll address you by your usernames until after the "tutorial" is done.]]
Vulnus: You stand up first since you're basically the reason why this exists.
Your stomach grumbles, but you know that this mission is a fubar one. Only four more brave men can stand up before the mission starts. [[Think of this as reserving a spot. The first four to say they stand up get a spot in the RP and get to play in it.]]