"The pride I feel for finally fingering my father's killer, is dampened, only by the fact that I promised to KILL my father's killer. I fingered myself... to DEATH."- Z Discord Crew.

It is the year 2017. Earth is at war, a war for survival long since begun.

In the beginning it began sort of pointlessly: someone shot someone else's cow with a sawed off carbine, and then they returned the favor by killing a couple dozen guys with purposefully-blunted carving knives. Long story short we ended up trying to invade Poland, but invading Poland never works, so we ended up spending all of our inheritance money driving tanks into swamps.

This is the story of those swamps.

It's been years since

The X-17 Force has been assembled to counter the CPUs. It is down to us few men to defeat the invaders with extreme pre-juice. After all, they are the ones who shot first. I think.

Just so you know it ain't the X-II force it's just a bunch of random dudes. The 17th group of dudes, to be exact. The last few batches of guys all died in transit. Turns, out the american military cut spending, so they ran out of money for seat belts, and doors.

They have been training in combat simulations for years, and there is nothing on Earth that'd stand a chance against these honorable men. Too bad those competent people are all dead, so we've got only… these guys.

Now, on the streets of Detroit, the men and women of the United States Army stand proudly with the civilians they proudly conscripted. Along with the X-17 Force. The line intersected about halfway through. And by halfway, I mean that both groups contained all members.

"WHO THE HELL STOLE MY PORCH?" screamed Hunter, as he tried and failed to gun down the cat which was running away with his dinner. He had ordered chicken fingers, with extra fingers, and he was willing to kill to get it back. "I PAID LIKE FOUR BUCKS FOR THAT THING."

"Jesus Christ, shut up." Raven sighed, leaning more into the couch he was lying down on. "Can any of you quiet down? I don't need you all shouting like twelve year old children."

"It was him!" Recruit #3 said while pointing at a mirror with his voice being muffled by all the kevlar armor on his body.

As the man named Jimmy picked up the cancer ray, code named flying narwhal.

"Let operation green seaman start" the squad leader said

"What does Detroit export anyway? Abandoned cars?"

"Androids?" Recruit #3 offered.

"Real original. I can tell you thought about that, and not blatantly ripping it off from some David Cage game." Raven sarcastically drawled.

(Elsewhere in Gamindustri)

Deep within the Virtua Forest, a lone Planeptune adventurer came across the rotting body of a small child who appeared to have fallen from the sky.

"Goddammit, not another one! That's like the fourth one this week!" IF murmured, as she put the body into the wheelbarrow. "I swear, we need to start paying people to start cleaning up this crap."

(Back to Earth)

"Alright lads." Recruit #1765 announced in the back of the Black Hawk. "many of you will die today. But that's okay. Our target is the spaceship thing!"

"I WAS BORN TO DIE!" shouted recruit #3, or Tainted Three, as they punched themselves in the face.

On the other side of the Black Hawk, Raven simply sighed with their eyes closed.

"Shit, sir the enemy is locking on to us!" said one of the pilots

Well...I was looking through some google files and found this...piece of art?

Well here's some back story, about a year ago in the town of Wez a various group of people, and a ghost made a half assed parody chapter of Zergface's Hyperdimension vs Earth story that was never completed.