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hardertheyfall) wrote2014-04-18 11:02 pm
hardertheyfall) wrote2014-04-18 11:02 pm
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Memory - 0x Clean up duty
I will fix the number shortly.
It's been two days since the battle in Trost and there are still corpses to be cleaned up. Pieces of people are everywhere and the soldiers have to wear masks because of both the stench and the risk. Everyone has to pitch in to help clean it up or the resulting diseases could be as bad as the titans attacking. The work is gruesome and most of the bodies can't even be identified. A majority of the mess is just pieces, titans tend to bite without necessarily eating a whole person. And what they do bite off and eat they eventually throw up again in big, gooey piles.
Cross, Parallel and Liter along with a few other cadets spend an entire day cleaning up the streets and eventually burning the dead in a huge funeral pyre. They have friends in there, more than a few, but there's no time to be sentimental about it when there's more clean up tomorrow and no one is guaranteed to live much longer anyway. At one point Parallel breaks down and apologizes to one of their fallen comrades, and Cross chastises her as an apology makes no difference to a corpse.
Effects: HUGE boost in negativity.
Fighting and training is kind of a waste.
Doesn't want to go home anymore.
Minor boost in sympathy for the others from his world. Shit sucks.
It's been two days since the battle in Trost and there are still corpses to be cleaned up. Pieces of people are everywhere and the soldiers have to wear masks because of both the stench and the risk. Everyone has to pitch in to help clean it up or the resulting diseases could be as bad as the titans attacking. The work is gruesome and most of the bodies can't even be identified. A majority of the mess is just pieces, titans tend to bite without necessarily eating a whole person. And what they do bite off and eat they eventually throw up again in big, gooey piles.
Cross, Parallel and Liter along with a few other cadets spend an entire day cleaning up the streets and eventually burning the dead in a huge funeral pyre. They have friends in there, more than a few, but there's no time to be sentimental about it when there's more clean up tomorrow and no one is guaranteed to live much longer anyway. At one point Parallel breaks down and apologizes to one of their fallen comrades, and Cross chastises her as an apology makes no difference to a corpse.
Effects: HUGE boost in negativity.
Fighting and training is kind of a waste.
Doesn't want to go home anymore.
Minor boost in sympathy for the others from his world. Shit sucks.