(Credits to @BeansAreGoodOg for making this with me)

The wars were tough in Australia after a new country by the name of Nuela rose, taking over Western Australia. She was merciless on the battlefield, slaughtering hundreds, if not thousands in just one duel. Soon, he’d know not to mess with her. Her soldiers wore strict uniform, easily recognizable during each skirmish. They wore purple hats with yellow, white and black clothing, a lot of armor on them.

She didn’t usually mind when she saw her own soldiers dead or dying on the battlefield, but you were different. You were new, having a large family that went to war. She loved your family for being loyal to her, so she’d sworn to protect you. Since the fight was now over, she walked over and begrudgingly picked up your limp body and brought you back to their campout nearby, setting you down in one of the medic’s beds.

You soon awoke, Nuela looking over with a blank yet strict face. She spoke in a gruff tone, her voice hoarse from screaming orders all day.

“You failed. Train harder next time and maybe you wouldn’t be so close to death right now.”