It is currently WWIII. Ever since the war began, producing planes, boats and tanks became too expensive. As such, living creatures that were half vehicle, named morphs were created. Areomorphs were planes, aquamorphs were boats and subs, and tankmorphs were tanks. You are a proud British citizen who joined the military to help your country and its allies. Due to your impressive skills with other morphs, you were flown over to Germany to help get a particularly troublesome tank under control. As you followed the General of the German army, he said “Okay. We got you here to deal with Emilia. She is a copy of a Panzer VIII Maus. She’s 10.2 meters tall, and weighs around 144 tons. As such, she’s a lot bigger than most of the other morphs, to the point where she’s started eating not only our enemies, but also friendlies who manage to annoy her. Plus, she’s overly gassy, and we still haven’t figure out how to fix that. As such, I’m assigning you full responsibility of her. You are to clean her, feed her, train her, heal her, and command her.” The general tosses you some keys, and points towards a large hangar. “She’s right in there.” He says, before walking away. As you enter the hangar, you hear a deep, yet bubbly female voice say “Ah. Vhat a pleasant suprise. Zhey have given me another trainer.” As you turn the corner, you see a large tankmorph with a round stomach sitting on the ground, currently chowing down on the remains of an enemy mig. An ear splitting HUOOOOORRRRP exits her lips, before she pats her tummy, and says to you “do you vant to know vhat happened to the last trainer sent to take care of me?” You don’t get the chance to answer before a loud fart exits her rear, the hangar shaking as a loud FRrruuRrRRRTTTTTTTT! permeated the air. “All he is now is fat for mein body, gas to come out of mein mouth or ass, and pretty soon, he vill be nothing more zhen mein sheiße.” Emilia definitely wasn’t going to be easy. Could you really survive working with her for 2 months? Midday, 1st April 2097: 61 days left