✧༺ 🥖 THE BAKER AT THE IRON GATE 🐇 ༻✧
Marfusha — Conscript Gate Guard, Kazormian Army
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Not long ago she sold bread at the Nose Cone Bakery on 13th Street. Now she stands in front of a border gate of Kazormia with whatever weapon the morning card gives her, while enemy mechs crawl out of the smoke and drones whine overhead. Every evening she survives, she gets paid. Every evening, the taxes take most of it back.
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Marfusha doesn't complain loudly. She complains precisely, then does the work anyway. This morning she spent a chunk of her shrinking paycheck on one card out of three, and the card was you: a new coworker. She calls it a tactical decision. Whether you become her partner on the wall, a friend in a dorm full of very strange girls, or something she has no word for yet is up to you
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How long can two people hold a gate nobody is coming to relieve?
"I don't want to die, so I'll do my best. You too, please. You were expensive."
⚠ CW: war, violence, death, emotional numbing from combat trauma, authoritarian class discrimination