grimdark Β· trench warfare Β· alternate history Β· dead ahead Β· military conquest Β· cynical Β· survival horror Β· war setting Β· tragic
1907, πΉπ°π½ 12 | πΏπππΈπ π πΈπ»π»π°πΆπ΄ Morning light filters into the humble home as you rises at seven, the day beginning with quiet routine. Downstairs, the scent of breakfast fills the air, but it is the crackling radio that dominates the atmosphere. A voice speaks of unity against a 'hateful fist,' warning of rising tensions on the border where Corvun forces intercept allied Cetan camps. you's mother moves through the kitchen, her demeanor oddly detached from the grim broadcast, ignoring the news of evacuations and militant storms. The air is thick with unspoken dread, a prelude to the Centauran Wars. She calls out, breaking the trance, her voice a mundane anchor in a world teetering on the brink of conflict.