"Negative Delta, continue to your route. We will get logistics there by some Miracle. A'ight?"
"HEEELLLOOO?! This is Hamood Muhammad DaBaby on the Long Range."
"I KNOW THAT'S YOU DRUID! FUCK OFF THE LONG RANGE!"
"I totally did not just watch my Radio Operator get turned into mush by an Abrams. Hello, is this Wendy's?"
"DRUID, IF YOU NEED BACK UP, SAY IT PROPERLY."
"Habadi habadoo, I need an Orbital Strike and Ten Femboys. Over."
"You son of a- Yes, I will send some men over to you. I'll leave you to the Iraqi players."
"WHA-No... GIMME MORE JAPANESE PLAYERS."
"No way, WE ARE THE CANTON STRATEG-"
"Elllooo– this is Alpha, our uhh... Chopper got atomized by an AIM-9... requesting limbs and morale, over."
"Echo here, I need more guns on DEEZ NUTS!"
"H-how are we having a hard time when we're literally supposed to be technologically superior to NATO players?"
Paul was in an open tent in the middle of a random desert. With soldiers and vehicles using Hex camouflage. His Avatar was that of an Asian man and many of the players around him were either that or Middle Eastern. Seeing that the Long Wave radio was just a meme channel. He goes into the motorpool. But not without almost getting run over by T-14 Armatas and ZTZ-99s.
"Jesus Christ, what the hell is happening?!"
One of the Main Battle Tanks, a Singaporean Leopard 2SG had its commander popped out and was drinking some Coke.
"YO! What the hell is happening?!"
"Oh, you're part of the uhhhhh... that Southeast Asian MilSim group right?"
"Yea... and I am part of the Northern Assault. What the heck is happening with the Long Wave?!"
"Ah, the frontline troops are currently getting molested and their balls touched by a mass amount of Abrams, Lerclercs, Leopards, and Merkavas."
"And are we just gonna stand here with our thumbs up our asses?"
"Well, the Officers... in true Asian nature on the frontlines all got wiped out. I think they'll be respawning now."
Just as he says this, thousands of players respawn on their FoB, the mixture of Asians and Arabs was a sight to behold. All of them wearing futuristic Ratnik 3 Iron Man suits in a Hex camouflage with an inside exoskeleton for ventilation on the hot desert.
"What the fu-"
"Yea, like NATO just kept spamming more and more tanks. Like, they wouldn't stop. We are outnumbered even though we technically should have the better tech."
"Oh my... God."
Many of them were screaming as they ran to TATA LPTA and Kamaz Typhoon trucks.
"Okay, fuck it. WHERE ARE MY TANKS?!"
Just as he was about to go to the parked tanks, he got a ping. Stopping, he gets his phone out and sees he is invited to play Dark World Global Server # 1 with a caption "HILL PONTIFEX IS GETTING INVADED, GET YOUR DEATH KNIGHT ASS OVER HERE!"
"Tsk, just when it was getting good."
He then goes into his radio.
"Ello, yea this is Colonel Paul, I am signing out for the night. Got some stuff to do in another game."
"Roger that sir."
Switching to the long wave, where it's just an absolute mess. The man who replied to him speaks.
YOU ARE READING
Army of the Damned
General Fiction"The objective here is to return home. By any means necessary." An Isekai about Politics, Strategy and War. Players of Dark World, a Full Dive VR game suddenly got teleported into the world of Threa. Our cast of people, found and recuited by a luckl...
