Chapter 1 (collaboration of Seasnake and Bob)
Private Bob sits quietly in the trench Along the eastern front. It has since been a year from the start of the bloody conflict. High hopes were raised when the states decided to declare freedom. Many men ran form their homes to join the noble cause as the state propiganda went into overdrive. Bob was only one of these men. When the march north to take out the dictatorship began he was enthusastic. But now. The tides have turned. The front has since stablised with both sides entrenching themselves deep within the earth. Faded, sacred and alone. Bob puts his hands on his ears as the sounds of canons blasts the trenches. 'At least they havent called us over the top yet' he would think....