User blog:Look-a-troopa/a thing

HS 824242 (so. let me paint you a picture here) They stand up from their uncomfortable-looking chair. Walking over to the empty canvas, the artist begins sketching some rudimentary shapes, vaguely resembling a walled-off city.

"There," they say, pointing to the cube that's clearly meant to be some sort of small building. "That's where we used to live."

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Our likely protagonist lies in their bunk-bed, groggy but unable to fall asleep. The day had been one of many eventful ones in a row, leaving the entire squadron increasingly exhausted with every coming night.