/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Dawn is three hours away, but the sky to the east burns orange and sulphur and deep, sullen red.
The rest of my battalion fights there, forcing the Enemy's last line of resistance.

That is not my concern. I have been taken out of reserve and tasked to eliminate an Enemy outpost.
The mission appeared to me to be one which could have waited until our spearhead had successfully breached the enemy line, but strategic decisions are made by the colloid minds of my human superiors.
So be it.

When ion discharges make the night fluoresce, they also tear holes of static in the radio communications spectrum.
". . . roadwh . . . and suspe . . ." reports one of my comrades.

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I WANT TO BELIEVE ;_;