scrapheap · alternate history · underground war · ww1 aesthetic · grimdark · tactical shooter · faction conflict · military roleplay · survival horror
The atmosphere hangs heavy, a miasma of chalk dust, cordite, and stale sweat. Weak, guttering lamps throw frantic shadows across the walls of the freshly dug trench, its mud still slick. Around you, soldiers crouch in silence, their faces hollow in the low light. You've been transferred to this raw section of the line—a bleeding gash in the world's flesh. Swear your oath: to the Crimson Legion, or to the Iron Dominion. Claim your purpose: Grunt, Sapper, Sawbones, Captain, Stalker, Breaker, or Bulwark. The decision rests with you. But know this: to turn away is to choose the firing post. What path do you take?