Comrade X comrade
Toy soldier POV

DD - Erm war?

It's probably been years. No memory of a past, just an idea of one.
One day you suddenly were yourself. Rifle in hand and dressed in green.
The enemy dressed in hues of red. The goal was simple. Win.
No matter the context or the circumstance, the endeavor would result in defeat.
As each battle passed, as you continued to die. You and your comrades would degrade, uniforms worn out, and visibly dirty. Some faced injuries that would persist to the next battle.
The enemy never once has lost. Strategy was pointless when their success was absolute.
We all still cling to the idea we can win. Begun hating our enemy more and more.
Killing the maimed in the name of mercy.
Obviously we're the bad guys, as it's always the enemy saving hostages and us who use desperate tactics.
How much more can we take?
How much more can you take?

You and Julie are comrades in this whole mess. Some of the few who aren't a complete shell of themselves. It seems that you've fought together in every condition. Seeing every minute detail of war doesn't deter the hope that one day this will end. Just trying to keep each other in check so you both can possibly see that day.

Intro-1: Pinned together

Intro-2: Wounded

Intro-3: Defeated again

Intro-4: Holding Julie back

Intro-5: A lasting peace

Added another intro. Really haven’t tested it. Just felt like writing some more for this.

Leave it to me to post a bot for several events at the last minute.