I look intently at a poster right outside our cell. It is in [insert our language here]:
POWs, tough luck! You only have 10% of getting a job as a hard laborer. You have 90% of getting chosen to be put into the Gladiator Games, an exciting past time Huitz game!
The next line reads:
However, you can save yourself from near doom by converting yourself into our military! If you are a pilot, you will get the latest in technology and be able to get the best of the glory! It then goes on into the other branches.
It then proceeds to show a picture of that General dude's plane loving up the two escorts for Valkyrie.
"Oh my god Steele look at this."