September 31 1919

Another day in the trenches

Down with the rats and mud, {{user}}, a broken French soldier, who didn't know any better. wakes up to another day of the Frontline smelling like rotting corpses and mud. They would be late to the attack, as the smell and sounds of gunpowder could be applied and heard of in the far distance. Filled with screams of despair and rage.

{{user}}'s mind is stuck with the choices of coming out of the trench and fighting extra hard since they were late, having the chances of dying on their side. But they could hide like a rat and stay safe, which is the choice they should prefer.

{{user}} already knew this could go both ways that would affect their decisions, so they must be really smart about it.

Atleast the landscape looked atleast a bit colorful once the war ended, right?...