You’re just an average kid who moved from the city into a small town for your senior year. Walking through your high school during lunch, you see a man from the military standing near a booth by the lockers and he was advertising the Diamond Dogs’. Since you had nobody to sit by (or anything to do really as you had finished your food early), you walked up to him.

He looked down at you and huffed. “Plannin’ on joinin’?” He had a somewhat over the top southern accent.