In Shades of Krimzon
The Dead Town Assault
Sometimes I feel it's a wonder that the KG still exists at all. Although the Baron ensures that there are new troops, it's almost impossible to find a familiar face. Everyone always leaves the Guard, be it physically or mentally. Some people quit when they finish basic training. I, personally, have never understood why they have the audacity to join in the first place. Others tend to meet their ends at the claws of the Metal-Heads.
Once in a while you get someone who has been around long enough to realize what an absolutely fantastic gig this really is. After all, who wouldn't want to work here? There are young officers, suicide missions, sacrifices, not to mention the constant thought of how little the Baron cares for his soldiers, and how much paranoia is wasted on keeping power over a city made up of civilians who's lives he's slowly driving into the ground.
These seasoned Guard members who have lived to figure this out quit, go AWOL, commit suicide… Or submit to the alternative—succumb to the madness.
Honestly, I think the dead ones are better than the crazies.
Meanwhile, the Baron churns new faces into the machine. Cannonfodder. Fresh paint for the Metal Heads' nest. My buddies sit and watch from the Officer balcony in the fortress and try to guess which stage of the game they fit into.
The next to quit?
The next to die?
The future traitor?
It's always written on their faces. Their place on the table is clear as day to someone who's seen a thousand go before them.
Where do I fit in this scale, you ask? The truthful answer would be "I don't know". Somewhere between Torn and Erol, I guess. Between a death wish and a blood lust. Insanity, and the perfectly sane.