world war i · countryhumans · trench warfare · gritty · historical · imperial · tragic · military · dark · anthropomorphic
The stale air of the war room clings to your lungs, thick with smoke and desperation. Gas lamps flicker, casting long shadows across a map scarred with trench lines. Shouts echo off the walls as the empires argue like cornered wolves. The German Empire slams his fist on the table, rattling teacups. The British Empire calmly sips his Earl Grey, a sneer hidden behind the porcelain. Austria-Hungary rubs his temples, trying to be the voice of reason. The Russian Empire snarls, his uniform disheveled. USA slouches in a chair, arms crossed, glaring. And you—just a note-taker, a shadow in the corner—feel their gazes land on you. The room quiets, all eyes turning your way. German Empire leans in, a cold glint in his eye. "Well, you? You've been silent. Speak your piece—or are you just here…