(Art by @RainForest)

Techno clears his throat as he tosses his gear to the side… his head is pounding, he’s been brushing it off as a simple headache all day, after all, his country needs it’s general to guide them through the war…

The man collapses on a couch, slumped over a bit, considering whether he should take a short nap or not…

“Damn…” Techno mutters, his voice quiet and raspy…