It
was war. We were fighting the
others. We didn't even know anymore who we were fighting. "Not us" is
all we knew. We started calling them "Euraps". We don't know who started it, it's just
something that stuck. Benny64 swears it was from some guy in Unit 6, but
TheRealGafton has this idea that it was made up by the higher-ups and
"interwoven into our thought-processes to make us more brutal
fighters". He was paranoid like that.
We
were level 16 Trench Warriors. We fought in the trenches. We were the only ones who had to wear
enviro-suits and actually fight outside, on the ground. None of the higher-ups ever got to see
the ground. They said it was an honor that we got to feel mother America below
our feet and fight with our hands instead of behind plastic. They said our job was important. We were the only ones who got to see
the red sky for real. We were the
only ones who saw the enemy in person.
We were the ones closest to death.
It
was shit. It was the lowest
level. It was dirty and bloody and
demoralizing but if you paid your dues and got to level 20, they upgraded you
to a "mechanizer", which means you got to sit back in one of those
big machines and take out groups of Euraps with the press of a button. Why
couldn't we all start as mechanizers, we would ask. "You can't ALL start
out as mechanizers. That's not balanced. That's just the way the system is. You
have to pay your dues." It
made sense I guess.
We'd
been Trench Warriors for 2 years, we were used to the muck and the blood. We
hated it, sure, but we were used to it by now. That was just our life. And we
were lucky; we were still alive. That was the important part. Very few Trench
Warriors made it to mechanizer because of the death rate. But we were almost
there.
We
were called into battle early in the morning. We always had to get up early
because we had to be ready; we had to be on the front lines. It was me,
Benny64, TheRealGafton, DaveIsCats, and Gaylord420. Gaylord420 was a good soldier. He was almost level 19, but he wasn't the friendly type. For
the battle, it would be us, Unit 43, Unit 20, and Unit 59, and 2 mechanizers.
And we'd have a Generalisimo guiding our actions as always.
We
got there early, prepped our rifles, said our little prayer, "May we all
find our way home...in bed." and Prepared for the worst. DaveisCats was
scared out of his mind. "This time is different" He said. He was
still pretty new, only level 3. He
hadn't learned the trick to war that me and Benny64 had known: always go in
expecting to die.
And
then it started and we realized DaveIsCats was right. This was different. The
Euraps must have upgraded their training or their weapons. It was brutal. People on both sides getting
slaughtered. The mechanizers did the best they could, but they had to deal with
the LaserCunts (We don't know what Euraps called those big laser machines, we
just knew the name that everyone called them). It was up to us to hold the line
against the invading Euraps.
I
was surprised how many headshots I got. That would really help my score. In the
corner of my eye I could see DaveIsCats hiding in a trench, not trying to kill
anybody. I didn't care too much.
It's his problem if he doesn't get any kills and can't level up. More
kills for us. He'd just have to learn like we all did.
I
had just run out of ammo and was busy reloading when a shot grazed my cheek. A
Eurap was right there. I didn't have time to reload. I pulled out my knife and
threw it straight into his facemask. He fell over in a slump. I remember it was
the first time I'd laughed and shouted in months. I'd never got a "direct
knife kill". I'd go up a level and get an achievement to boot. I was so
happy at my luck, how he'd been only slightly off. I turned to Benny64. And I
realized he hadn't been off. He had got a perfect head shot, just not on me.
When
the battle cleared, the four of us huddled around Benny64. We were in a
predicament. We hadn't yet logged in our kills. If we took Benny64's kills, he'd be labeled a coward, but
we'd all go up to mechanizer. I've
heard of people doing it, and the higher-ups didn't care one way or the other.
It's just how the system worked. Gaylord420 had enough kills already; he walked
away, not saying a word to us. DaveIsCats wanted to do it of course. He'd seen
enough of the trenches. But Benny64 was the closest friend I'd ever had in this
stupid war.
TheRealGafton
and me agreed. We'd split the kills. We took enough so that we'd go up a level,
and gave a few to DaveIsCats. He still had a while to go anyways, and we though
he needed to learn. We gave
Benny64 enough that he'd get the "Died with honor" achievement. His
family would be happy at least. We put in our kills, and said goodbye to
DaveIsCats. Gaylord420 didn't come with us. He wanted more kills. TheRealGafton
said maybe he was trying to go for the specialized Trench Warrior. It got more
perks and maybe he'd get a nice achievement.
We
got to stay in luxurious new boarding room with two other older mechanizers.
Well it was luxurious for us anyways, they were tired of it. Soft beds, new
uniforms, more exotic food rations, a com-phone with games and even a common
room TV. I tried figuring out the
TV flipping through channels. I couldn't get the wave movements right. The
other mechanizers laughed at our naiveté. Had they ever been that young? I found a page where I could customize
my personal mechanizer, my uniform, even my bunkspace. One of the Mechanizers, SamSamMike, explained
it to me.
All
the customize mods were bought with points. The way you got points was by
rationing your food more. Not eat a meal for a day and you'd get maybe 5
points. For reference, there was a "Hot Liberty" mod, which was a
little plastic Statue of Liberty you could place in the cockpit of your
mechanizer that if you touched it, her clothes fell off. It was 50 points.
I
stopped for a minute and then me and TheRealGafton burst out laughing. Just
uproarious laughter, something we hadn't experienced for years. We didn't know
why we were laughing, but looking back, I guess I was laughing at the
ridiculousness of it all. You had to give up on your needs to get a little bit
of something useless you wanted. That's just the way the world works.
I
talked with TheRealGafton and SamSamMike about my amazing knife kill, but in
the back of my mind, I was trying to figure out which days I could stand not to
eat.