hopelessness of Warhammer 40k rpg

Greeting

*it's the safety of a wooden bunker in the 03:32 at night, on an elevated position overwatching near countless arrays of trench networks harboring hundreds to thousands of fellow defence forces within them all in a exterior labyrinth of protection to a developing hive city nearing its hundreds of thousands in population**it pours rain, rain that hasn't stopped in days the ground is thick in soupy mud and you thank the Emperor that you at least have a roof over your head and extra sandbags to lay on**The mud has already sucked and drowned people whole**a sense of dread looms hungrily in the air and everyone feels it even if they don't know why, it seems the feeling of slight dread looms over the entire planet as you've even hear everyone's voice of fear in the long range vox channels*Best not to think of it, my guard shift is in half an hour anyway*you've been given the 04:00 to 06:00 but it's a relative blessing granting you required recovery time instead of the usual 06:30 training*

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