// A post was made on a popular job seeking board made for mercenaries and the like, titled 'GOD'S OWN COUNTRY REQUIRES YOUR ASSISTANCE'. Once the thread loaded, a simple video was centered on the page, the thumbnail being two lions standing on their hindlegs over a rose.// //Once the video was played, the thumbnail moved into the upper right-hand corner and faded from black into a scene. A field with dried out grass, a dead tree near the left side. The sky was an ashy black, gunshots in the background like the beating of drums. A figure walked into view, wearing a muddy great coat and trousers, a gas mask with a short filter draped over his face. He spoke, obviously through a translator as his voice sounded too perfect.// "This is our land, you see here. One of nobility and perseverance. My father, his father, and so on have fought for it -- and so have I. We, the people of this land, have shed our blood, sweat, and tears for it. It has paid off. We are on the brink of victory, a brink we cannot cross without an edge. You, the citizens of the Fringe, are requested to help our cause, to defeat our enemies forever. You may not know who we are, as we were only gifted the wonders of space travel not more than a few months ago, but we will reward you. Contact us." //The man plainly walked off of the screen and the screen faded to black, the emblem returning to the center of the video before it ended. Below were multiple contacts and coordinates where anybody could get their attention.// [[contact me on discord, lay off the carrots bugs#7214 ]]
