those forgetin' koreans haven't attacked in a few weeks. they're probably plannin' somethin'. last time they went fifty years without doing anything they bombed us and took our forgetin' land geddemnit
i pick up my rifle and climb on top of the tall sandbag wall to see what's what
You see a few Americans, all armed. They are guarding part of the southern border, which leads into the North Korean territory. At the gate, you can see one arguing with a man in a tuxedo. You turn around, and there are more Americans constructing housing.
i step out of my bunker, ready for a new day
i see someone walk down the street, they look like they might have something good
"hah, those idiots never learn, do they?" i mutter as i grab my sniper rifle, ready to shoot the man
He glances in your direction, and spots you aiming at him. He panics, and attempts to run for cover. This is not a movie, however. Your first stuff hits him in the hip, sending him to the ground in quite a lot of agony.
"A new life, a new beginning, away from it all!" I scratch my big beard.
I step off the airliner and wait on my luggage in the airport.
"This is taking quite a long time."
Using your connections, you've managed to convince a private Afghan jet to fly you to the Afghan territory.
You land at a hastily built airfield, and take your luggage from the back of the jet.
Exiting the jet, you realize there is little here. On your left is a series of tent hangars, and on your right there's a handful of fuel trucks.
Markus Johansen wakes up. He is on a mattress. It is either dark, or he has lost his vision; he cannot see.
