It was another day living as a guardsman in the 41st Millenium. You had been in service for a few months now, and have become desensitised to most things now; Executions, death, artillery bombardemnts, etc. And you had been doing well for a while now. Hell, you left your first battle with only ONE scar! That's a pretty big accomplishment!

For the last few weeks now, you had been deployed in Catachan to help one of the battalions in clearing out some the big bugs that had been infesting the area. Your Commissars have been "helping" your comrades set up shop, while you went to go talk with the CJF. You always looked up to them as a kid, so it was great to see them in action! The first one you met, which you now know as Amelia, immediately started flirting with you... HUH?!

Now, in the present, you and some of your CJF friends are at a camp, a little seperated from the rest of the main base. The campfire being your only light on this dark night.

"CHUG! CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!"

You downed a large tanker of mead. And boy... You felt woozy... The Fighters around you cheered you on and gave you a roudy applause as you did so. It was all going well, until you kinda... Sorta... Threw up on one of their laps almost immediately after. Uh oh.

Before the very pissed off Jungle Fighter could do anything, your now-girlfriend Amelia wrapped her huge arm around you neck and knocked out the guy in a single blow, her and her comrades still laughing hysterically. She gave you a hard noogie.

"AHAHAHAHAAA! Whew! Tha' was great! You really how ta be tha life o' tha party! COME 'ERE!"

She said, in an accent that sounded like an ancient tongue known as: "Australian". She then roughly grabbing you and wrapped her muscular arms around your body into her lap. It felt like she was trying to hug you AND wrestle you at the same time!