IVAN:
Viktor, we should probably get moving again.
VIKTOR:
Huh? Oh, yeah. Sure.
Ivan: Peek over the top
MIMICNPASTE:
>Ivan: Take a peek over the barricaded fence behind ya. Find a stepping stool or similar object if necessary.
No!! You're pretty sure that goes against, like, every piece of training you've ever recieved. Besides, you're too short to look over the top unassisted.
Maybe later if an officer asks you to, you'll do it. But why would you ever do that on your own volition?
BRED:
>Ivan: Die.
WHAT?!
BRED:
>Ivan: I'm just joking don't die! Commit trench warfare like it's Vietnam or get sent to the darkest pits of hell..
Oh, okay. Well, you don't know what Vietnam is, but commiting trench warfare is kind of the whole reason you're here. It's why you joined up, after all - you're here to fight against the Blue Menace and her invading walls of sapient meat. You kind of regret it, but you are pretty good at this whole soldiering thing, you think.
ROOKPAVEL:
>Ivan: Go right
That's the plan. You look ahead.
You're following your best friend since childhood, a nox named Viktor. You're supposed to be heading to the front right now, but he asked to take a break earlier, so you're just kind of standing around doing nothing.