Utterly Mad

Trenton and Duncan
You walk down the mucky and bloody trench...it's quiet, the artillery fire has gone almost completely quiet and very few bullets are being shot. You see allies jumping into the trenches a little farther ahead and sprinting about, apparently executing fallen enemies. It's peaceful...maybe you've finally won the fight?

And then a dreadful yell of terror breaks the peaceful tension
"BloodGas! Everyone! BloodGas! Fall back!

You've only ever heard stories of the Maxim BloodGas, you see it sweep through the trenches, a smoky red gas with extreme lethality. The men ahead of you begin to put on gasmasks and tuck their sleeves and clothing, apparently attempting to leave no skin exposed. The other soldiers up ahead attempt to sprint away...but the gas leaps forward at such a rapid speed that they have no chance. You watch as they make deep suctioning breaths and blood pours out of their mouths, they collapse as their skin is eaten away leaving a gory mess.

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Hans
You look farther down the trenchline and notice a peculiar red gas flow throughout the trenches, men appear to be running away from it...this is the infamous BloodGas that all recruits are told of.

GET THAT GASMASK ON NOW!

[Sorry for the late posting, just been busy.]

Trenton
You curl into a ball as the red gas envelops you, you're pretty well protected but you still feel minor stings here and there as small bits seep through. It's a good thing your mask was on when this hit or you could have easily become a melted figment.

Hans
You flick on your gasmask rapidly as the gas rapidly approaches you, it speeds past and to your position with an extreme speed, it snaps away at your exposed hands and you feel a warm and wet liquid...the feeling of blood as it wraps around and tears away skin. If you don't protect your hands soon...you may lose them permanently.
Thankfully due to your small size, your clothing protects the rest of your body extraordinarily well.

Duncan
You don your gasmask and gloves rapidly as the gas envelops you. Thanks to your rational thinking you were able to make a small checklist of your body parts and made sure that you were safely protected. You then re-draw your pistols and wait for anything else to happen.

Everyone
Farther into the reddish cloud you hear the gurgling and thudding of your comrades, very few of your allies in the 112th have survived up to this point...a rough estimate would be about thirty. The trench you are currently in seems to go in a fairly straight line for as far as the eye can see...which is practically nothing considering the gas blocks most of your vision.

Goddammit, I don't have gloves. Trenton will make a small mental note of that.

Trenton goes to his happy place in his mind of odd fetishes until the gas is gone.