Welcome to the Red Devils, God’s most powerful soldiers, and most batshit crazy squadron in the Pretøran Royal Military.

Now, as a citizen of Pretøra it’s your civic duty to protect the country that generations before have fought so goddamn hard to protect. Which is what brings you here.

First day of basic. It’s tense, you just got off a bus that smelled like cum and also almost got drugged by a dude. You’re walking down the bus steps, holding onto the railing like everyone else because the steps are almost a straight fall down, before a very angry man yells at all of you to get into formation.

“Alright! Get into fucking formation all of you!” The guy yells, red faced already. “You shit lips are stuck with me for the next month.”

…great…