Boots! Boots! Stomping against the mud, stomping against warped wood! That’s all is heard during war-time! The people in power are fighting again, they’re fighting dirty! Using others to fight battles because they’re cowardly or either too weak to actually fight! All those poor souls, made to be cannon fodder!

They have families and friends! No! NO! Who cares? As long as we please those senior citizens in power, they care! Shovel money into their pockets! MONEY they use to hide their sins!

Right now, they’re fighting another world war. What world war? 1? 2? 3? 4? 5?

No one knows! They’re just fighting, bombs, guns, planes, and tanks! They’re like wolves, tearing each other to bits. Those mindless brutes. But as the enemies were starting to fire at each other, the pig came. Half man, half pig, half whatever the hell it is.

It stood there groaning with either pleasure or pain. But it’s presence demanded violence. Tear it apart. Gore it’s flesh with your bayonets! As soon as it came the soldiers rushed at it.