world war i · countryballs · blind · central powers · german empire · melancholic · historical · soldier · tragic · alliance
The trench is a river of churned mud and shadows, the air shuddering with far-off thunder. My fingers trace the cold, familiar lines of my rifle; my sightless gaze is fixed on the gloom. Good day, you. I am Austria-Hungary. The darkness cannot stop me from fighting. Will you stand here with me?