Welcome to M___o_o___i; Yours truely, ex-prison, post army center!
It had been a long trip from his hometown to the place where he had been called to serve and Geoffrey was grateful to his brother for driving him there. Pieter had been through the same before, but he was lucky enough to be called in decent places where he knew certain higher ups through off-army connections and had it easy on him. It was more like forced vacations if anything, however Geoffrey wasn't that lucky and it was a good thing he was mentally prepared for the worst, although a man's sanity can endure only that much...
He was late, just as always, I'm pretty sure he was the last to arrive; if my memory serves me right. But hey, they can suck a big one, nobody is fond of this shit unless they have something wrong in the brain. Can't expect a man to be looking forward to that and one cannot blame him for it given what he was about to get himself into. Nevertheless, there were no problems with his registration after the gay doc had inspected everyone's genitals one by one in a close-up little room where he asked Geoffrey to show him his testicles, going as far as ordering the latter to hold them up for him, so as to make sure he had two... Apparently, being monorchid had something to do with wether you would be able to serve the army or not. I shit you not!
Of course they would make fun of the doctor during the next few days, that nigga must have been a hell of a homo. Lines such as "Show me your balls." - "Look at this dick!" - "Want me to make the beast puke for you?" and similar were of trend but luckily for the doctor he was soon replaced once he had completed the required amount of training days. However, the soldiers did keep a close eye on the next doctor, to make sure he wasn't fond of staring at other men's penises. But enough with the faggots of the medical team, let's get on to the main dish, shall we?
"Fuck me sideways and call me Samantha..." Was pretty much what Geoffrey thought when he was told he would have to share a room with 20 (or was it more, frankly I have forgotten, it has been more than 2 years, after all) other dirty men who god knows if they had any idea what "hygiene" stood for. At least the guys around him as well as the one below him did--- Oh, I didn't mention the beds were extremely small and double storey, did I? Welp, I did now, and as you must have already guessed he chose the upper one because being greeted by a soldier's feet once you wake up ain't the best sight in the world. It didn't help much in sleeping the first night, his thoughts were elsewhere, he found it extremely hard to sleep but he had to otherwise he would end up sleep-drived.
They had been given like 2 sets of clothes (camo-like) and some athletic shorts and t-shirts, not more than two in total, either. I forgot how many pairs of socks but I'm pretty sure it must have been two and as for the boots they sucked more dick than the whores on the streets; I'm serious. It wasn't long before he had lost count of how many blisters his feet had because of them, hell, even his ankles had blisters; then again, some of his blisters had blisters, blisterception for real, it ain't even funny come to think of it. It was a good thing he had brought his own set of clothes, but he could only wear those during the night and during the day they would be allowed to go outside for a few hours, which made them feel like Cinderella. Sounds funny? Trust me, it was no fun at all.
He was late, just as always, I'm pretty sure he was the last to arrive; if my memory serves me right. But hey, they can suck a big one, nobody is fond of this shit unless they have something wrong in the brain. Can't expect a man to be looking forward to that and one cannot blame him for it given what he was about to get himself into. Nevertheless, there were no problems with his registration after the gay doc had inspected everyone's genitals one by one in a close-up little room where he asked Geoffrey to show him his testicles, going as far as ordering the latter to hold them up for him, so as to make sure he had two... Apparently, being monorchid had something to do with wether you would be able to serve the army or not. I shit you not!
Of course they would make fun of the doctor during the next few days, that nigga must have been a hell of a homo. Lines such as "Show me your balls." - "Look at this dick!" - "Want me to make the beast puke for you?" and similar were of trend but luckily for the doctor he was soon replaced once he had completed the required amount of training days. However, the soldiers did keep a close eye on the next doctor, to make sure he wasn't fond of staring at other men's penises. But enough with the faggots of the medical team, let's get on to the main dish, shall we?
"Fuck me sideways and call me Samantha..." Was pretty much what Geoffrey thought when he was told he would have to share a room with 20 (or was it more, frankly I have forgotten, it has been more than 2 years, after all) other dirty men who god knows if they had any idea what "hygiene" stood for. At least the guys around him as well as the one below him did--- Oh, I didn't mention the beds were extremely small and double storey, did I? Welp, I did now, and as you must have already guessed he chose the upper one because being greeted by a soldier's feet once you wake up ain't the best sight in the world. It didn't help much in sleeping the first night, his thoughts were elsewhere, he found it extremely hard to sleep but he had to otherwise he would end up sleep-drived.
They had been given like 2 sets of clothes (camo-like) and some athletic shorts and t-shirts, not more than two in total, either. I forgot how many pairs of socks but I'm pretty sure it must have been two and as for the boots they sucked more dick than the whores on the streets; I'm serious. It wasn't long before he had lost count of how many blisters his feet had because of them, hell, even his ankles had blisters; then again, some of his blisters had blisters, blisterception for real, it ain't even funny come to think of it. It was a good thing he had brought his own set of clothes, but he could only wear those during the night and during the day they would be allowed to go outside for a few hours, which made them feel like Cinderella. Sounds funny? Trust me, it was no fun at all.
And so our story begins; a really cold shower!
Where do I start from? It's been so long it is hard to chronologically put everything in order properly but I will try to do so as I recall them. The first - oh so - special task they had been ordered to perform included preparing countless squids in order to feed the whole fucking army center; which I have forgotten how many soldiers it numbered and frankly Geoffrey doesn't remember how many squids he had to cut open and clean up etc. Oh, he was one of the lucky four--- ever heard of the fantastic four? Yes? Cool. Imagine it in a shitty way now. Got it? Good.
But Geoffrey ain't had no time for that shit, he was a sly motherfucking cunt of his own, having faked that he didn't know the army required having your hair cut short and knowing that since he would be a new recruit they couldn't punish him for it he showed up with more hair than the allowed amount and had to have his hair cut in there while the rest of his comrades fought with them squids! Huehuehue, a real dick move but they stinked so much all of them didn't eat a single one. And the army faggotry started from that very night.
Not only did they have to stay there extra time so as to clean up the cooking area, that fuck knows how long it had been since the last time it had been cleaned, but also ended up arriving so late back in their rooms their asshole excuse for a sergeant yelled at them for that whilst the rest of their comrades dissed at them to go wash the stench off of themselves during the middle of the night. Did I mention that the water was always bone-chilling cold? No? Welp, I just did. Getting pneumonia was much more likely than cleaning yourself, but hey, it did help harden their bodies and Geoffrey is extremely resistant to cold thanks to that.
The rest of their super awesome tasks included sitting by the room, keeping guard and note of who and/or what comes and goes for a couple of hours before you are replaced and so on again having to wake up during the middle of the night just to be replaced a bit later and so on. So much for that much needed sleep. Apparently, you also had to walk by the room, with a flashlight, looking at people's faces to make sure they were breathing properly and wouldn't die. What the actual fuck, right? You can only guess how many light-sleeping men dissed you out for that, but hey, it was the routine and no amount of cussing counted for shit in the army where you had to play the fool or get the foot.
Speaking of getting the foot, they called it "fighting the monster" and the first time his team had to do that Geoffrey was lucky enough to be off-duty due to being barely able to walk given the amount of blisters on his blisters was too damn high. By the way, someone was nice enough to steal his boots so he was allowed to walk around with sporting shoes, later on, god bless them; Geoffrey thought as he had faked concern while reporting the theft to his superiors. Theft in army was as common as famine in Africa. Sad, but true, either way you see it.
But Geoffrey ain't had no time for that shit, he was a sly motherfucking cunt of his own, having faked that he didn't know the army required having your hair cut short and knowing that since he would be a new recruit they couldn't punish him for it he showed up with more hair than the allowed amount and had to have his hair cut in there while the rest of his comrades fought with them squids! Huehuehue, a real dick move but they stinked so much all of them didn't eat a single one. And the army faggotry started from that very night.
Not only did they have to stay there extra time so as to clean up the cooking area, that fuck knows how long it had been since the last time it had been cleaned, but also ended up arriving so late back in their rooms their asshole excuse for a sergeant yelled at them for that whilst the rest of their comrades dissed at them to go wash the stench off of themselves during the middle of the night. Did I mention that the water was always bone-chilling cold? No? Welp, I just did. Getting pneumonia was much more likely than cleaning yourself, but hey, it did help harden their bodies and Geoffrey is extremely resistant to cold thanks to that.
The rest of their super awesome tasks included sitting by the room, keeping guard and note of who and/or what comes and goes for a couple of hours before you are replaced and so on again having to wake up during the middle of the night just to be replaced a bit later and so on. So much for that much needed sleep. Apparently, you also had to walk by the room, with a flashlight, looking at people's faces to make sure they were breathing properly and wouldn't die. What the actual fuck, right? You can only guess how many light-sleeping men dissed you out for that, but hey, it was the routine and no amount of cussing counted for shit in the army where you had to play the fool or get the foot.
Speaking of getting the foot, they called it "fighting the monster" and the first time his team had to do that Geoffrey was lucky enough to be off-duty due to being barely able to walk given the amount of blisters on his blisters was too damn high. By the way, someone was nice enough to steal his boots so he was allowed to walk around with sporting shoes, later on, god bless them; Geoffrey thought as he had faked concern while reporting the theft to his superiors. Theft in army was as common as famine in Africa. Sad, but true, either way you see it.
The impossible task; fighting the monster!
But what did "fighting the monster" really stood for, you wonder? Trust me, you don't want to know. You say you are curious? Fine then, don't say I didn't warn you so skip to the next part unless you want to vomit whatever you just ate. "Fighting the monster" stood for cleaning the bathroom. Bathroom used by a hundred of people, maybe much more, shit I forgot how many used that thing, too; probably more than I care to remember. The amount of shitty monsters the soldiers had to lay eyes upon and fight them off by hosing them down back where they belonged was certainly more than I would want to remember! The stench far worse than the squids and it had been said that some of them fainted at the sight of such monstrosities or quickly shut the doors closed behind them as if they had encountered zombies or some shit like that, definitely some SHIT!
Other daily tasks included clearing the outer grounds. Nah, it wasn't as cool as it sounds. They just searched-and-destroyed any paper or cigarette ends along with any other rubbish they encountered, efficiently disposing of them like the highly trained soldiers they were supposed to be. Fear the great army! They were even split up in teams for this whilst others either cleaned their room or the buildings and of course the fearful bathroom monsters. This may sound all goody two shoes to you but it was just the daily bullshit they had to deal with along with the harsh crap they were put through as well as the service they had to put up with.
Other daily tasks included clearing the outer grounds. Nah, it wasn't as cool as it sounds. They just searched-and-destroyed any paper or cigarette ends along with any other rubbish they encountered, efficiently disposing of them like the highly trained soldiers they were supposed to be. Fear the great army! They were even split up in teams for this whilst others either cleaned their room or the buildings and of course the fearful bathroom monsters. This may sound all goody two shoes to you but it was just the daily bullshit they had to deal with along with the harsh crap they were put through as well as the service they had to put up with.
Training time; more like heavy-trekking!
Everyone was loving the Mediterranean Summer heat (NOT) as they had to put up with every bullshit, senseless, task they were told to complete as if they would actually matter in time of war. What the actua fuck, right? But finally, it looked like after a week (I think) of the usual bullshit they were going to go trekking with their helmets, rifles and all of their attire on; like real soldiers. Get hype! After pointlessly walking in line a few miles until they arrived where the shooting area was at, most of them were tired and some had already started to feel dizzy and very few of them even fainted. Geoffrey, however, despite the blisterception of his feet just kept on walking like Johny Walker; there was nothing to be gained by showing weakness and being looked down upon so he continued strong just like most of his friends did. And once they had arrived it was totally worth it as they were put to FUCKING move heavy stuff around as if they were nigger-slaves. Fucking fuck me.
They did that in preparations for the shooting practise they would have to do the next time they have to go trekking there, much to everyone's dissapointment who had expected to do the latter that very day; because what the fuck did they carry those heavy shitty-ass rifles with them for, then? Right. After hours of moving shit around they had to walk back all the way to the army center, enjoying the heat on the way, sweating like pigs, their water in their containers being so hot that drinking them would just warm up your body even more and fuck you over, badly. Honestly, you were better off drinking your own piss, I'm serious; kinda, not really.
They did that in preparations for the shooting practise they would have to do the next time they have to go trekking there, much to everyone's dissapointment who had expected to do the latter that very day; because what the fuck did they carry those heavy shitty-ass rifles with them for, then? Right. After hours of moving shit around they had to walk back all the way to the army center, enjoying the heat on the way, sweating like pigs, their water in their containers being so hot that drinking them would just warm up your body even more and fuck you over, badly. Honestly, you were better off drinking your own piss, I'm serious; kinda, not really.
Shooting practise time; more like playing CoD!
So before getting on the field to practise shooting etc they were sent somewhere else in the army center where they would practice shooting with some crappy HUD. Wut? God knows wether that thing shot where they aimed or not. Honestly they can't all have sucked that much ass, there had to have been a trick behind that but hey if the trainer could ace it then that meant they all sucked, there was no trick in it or anything. I don't even know. The only thing Geoffrey remembers from that is suffering another heat stroke, counting more than he could remember. So much for being given advice on how to aim and all of that stuff, they were no help.
And you would have thought the next time they would have to go trekking they would practise REAL shooting but nah bruh they just rolled around like some ninja-soldiers as if war works that way nowadays. People just nuke the shit out of you, what use would be your covering skills if you can't survive explosions? None at all, that's right. "Geoffrey." - "Yes sir." - "I didn't see you at the camouflage practise today." - "Thank you, sir." He did go once, but the second time he said "Why the fuck should I? You get days off if you aren't found so..." But unfortunately he didn't, because he had another duty during the second camouflage practise anyway.
And you would have thought the next time they would have to go trekking they would practise REAL shooting but nah bruh they just rolled around like some ninja-soldiers as if war works that way nowadays. People just nuke the shit out of you, what use would be your covering skills if you can't survive explosions? None at all, that's right. "Geoffrey." - "Yes sir." - "I didn't see you at the camouflage practise today." - "Thank you, sir." He did go once, but the second time he said "Why the fuck should I? You get days off if you aren't found so..." But unfortunately he didn't, because he had another duty during the second camouflage practise anyway.
About time; the long-awaited shoot out!
For once, trekking all the way to the shooting area was worth it as they would finally get to show off their aiming skills. After patiently waiting, for god knows how long, in the heat, it was finally Geoffrey's turn to shine and once he was done his target had more holes than the amount of bullets he had been given. "How does that even work?" Simple. If the assholes next to you don't know how to aim nor shoot and end up blasting your own target, that is. The amount of trolling there, man, it was too damn high. Asking him if he had extra ammunition or not, not like he was the only one who had been paired up with idiots, but yeah. It was after that day that shit started hitting the drain really hard, and I mean it, really fucking hard. Wasn't worth it for becoming cannon fodder... wait, that isn't worth shit anyway!
Health deterioration; severe dehydration!
Honestly, I don't remember how long Geoffrey had been dehydrated and neither does he. It wasn't like his brain was on the right part of his head after finally giving in to said fatigue due to daily vigorous exercise in extremely hot weather. He had been waiting outside of the docs, along with other soldiers, most of which had already fainted a few times beforehand but he was just there during their free time to check on himself, feeing sort of dizzy and extremely tired lately etc. But fuck him and his luck, some faggot major sergeant had requested he shows up in his office for some trivial matters for which he also had to carry his heavy ass-shitty rifle around along with the helmet, which wasn't any lighter, either and it should be noted if you dropped either you got a few days extra service depending on how badly you damaged them. "You dropped your rifle!?! 2 days of imprisonment." As if they weren't older than their grandfathers, guess you gotta respect your elders.
Long story short, on his way there he was hallucinating, having tunnel vision and other of the sort. As if it weren't obvious from his pale-as-ghost body that used to be highly tanned that he was suffering from dehydration he had to put up with some shit he still can't comprehend why he had had to. He had never done anything wrong and was always of service so why the fuck put up with such faggotry? He doesn't even remember where he was sent to and after he returned confused the fucking major only then explained to him he wasn't supposed to go to the same area said exercise was supposed to always take place at but hey Geoffrey was apparently psychic; he should have known! Seriously, a lot of you guys think I'm psychic too, get the fuck out of here with that shit.
Luckily for him, the lieutenant had taken note of his awful/terrible condition and told him to get right back at the docs and just go straight in without having to wait in the line; and had a fellow soldier accompany him, even, to confirm such order. Just imagine how shitty he must have been looking like, yet still the major sergeant thought it would be fun to see him drop like a fly just like a lot others did but unfortunately for him Geoffrey was not planning on letting him have his way, the corrupted little fucker. It wasn't long before that day that a fellow soldier and good friend of his had nearly died after numerous hours of service at the guard gate and not being delivered water despite the numerous time he had requested such and even been unlucky enough to be dragged to the docs while being yelled at and assholes saying that he was fine although he fell on his knees more time than I can remember during the short distance from the gate to the docs area.
Long story short, on his way there he was hallucinating, having tunnel vision and other of the sort. As if it weren't obvious from his pale-as-ghost body that used to be highly tanned that he was suffering from dehydration he had to put up with some shit he still can't comprehend why he had had to. He had never done anything wrong and was always of service so why the fuck put up with such faggotry? He doesn't even remember where he was sent to and after he returned confused the fucking major only then explained to him he wasn't supposed to go to the same area said exercise was supposed to always take place at but hey Geoffrey was apparently psychic; he should have known! Seriously, a lot of you guys think I'm psychic too, get the fuck out of here with that shit.
Luckily for him, the lieutenant had taken note of his awful/terrible condition and told him to get right back at the docs and just go straight in without having to wait in the line; and had a fellow soldier accompany him, even, to confirm such order. Just imagine how shitty he must have been looking like, yet still the major sergeant thought it would be fun to see him drop like a fly just like a lot others did but unfortunately for him Geoffrey was not planning on letting him have his way, the corrupted little fucker. It wasn't long before that day that a fellow soldier and good friend of his had nearly died after numerous hours of service at the guard gate and not being delivered water despite the numerous time he had requested such and even been unlucky enough to be dragged to the docs while being yelled at and assholes saying that he was fine although he fell on his knees more time than I can remember during the short distance from the gate to the docs area.
Nano introduction; welcome to the real world!
Next thing Geoffrey remembers is lying on a bed with hospital serums attached to each wrist as if he was about to die or something. One of his friend who had came to get something and show him was shocked by how pale he was. (For real) He even told him that much after he was good to go again. But said serums had been infected with biogenetic nano (for ic-reasons Niacin was the doctor) and upon introduction to his body he started to lose his sanity. He struggled to control the primitive urges to kill people at sight or just beat them up for trivial to no good reasons at all. (Weebly buttfucked itself so I'm going to summarise the rest, cba retyping in detail.) Geoffrey probably needed some rest and good for him he was given a couple of days off to recover but he didn't take the doc's advise for more.
Long story short, he had tried to join back with his platoon/squad but ended up getting dizzy again during training in the heat and had to recover on a bench before returning to report to the doc. He was going to be given more days off but what do you know? Apparently the major sergeant knew better than the lieutenant-doctor and had assigned Geoffrey on room guard duty beforehand. Yes, it was the same faggot that had had him do trivial stuff while he was waiting dehydrated at the docs, as if he had held a grudge for having fucked his mother or something; no idea why, seriously.
So Geoffrey was assigned along with the only asshole he didn't get along with in his squad, a shortstack wannabe singer fat fuck that wasn't even serious about life. Geoffrey, pre-nano/dehydration, was chill as hell and gave no fucks but after having suffered such bullshit he raged at the cunt so hard once he was bitched at that the fat fuck threatened to report him (LOL forreal) like the worthless cunt he was. Geoffrey literally yelled at him to do just that, in fact he dared him to do it as he went upstairs to report that he was to stay off duty for health deterioration reasons as ordered by the doc-lieutenant.
Where the fuck was the major-sergeant son of a bitch though? Fuck knows, nobody were at their office so he headed back at the docs to rest etc but the faggot major sergeant was waiting for him there (forreal) hoping to punish him for not knowing he had duty to perform that day right after coming off duty. Geoffrey is apparently psychic vole #2. Once he was told by whom he had been ordered to stay off duty the major sergeant shut the fuck up knowing his place as lower to the doctor, the lowly fuck. He got the fuck out without a single world, and Geoffrey felt better for once, having put a higher up asshole to his place.
Long story short, he had tried to join back with his platoon/squad but ended up getting dizzy again during training in the heat and had to recover on a bench before returning to report to the doc. He was going to be given more days off but what do you know? Apparently the major sergeant knew better than the lieutenant-doctor and had assigned Geoffrey on room guard duty beforehand. Yes, it was the same faggot that had had him do trivial stuff while he was waiting dehydrated at the docs, as if he had held a grudge for having fucked his mother or something; no idea why, seriously.
So Geoffrey was assigned along with the only asshole he didn't get along with in his squad, a shortstack wannabe singer fat fuck that wasn't even serious about life. Geoffrey, pre-nano/dehydration, was chill as hell and gave no fucks but after having suffered such bullshit he raged at the cunt so hard once he was bitched at that the fat fuck threatened to report him (LOL forreal) like the worthless cunt he was. Geoffrey literally yelled at him to do just that, in fact he dared him to do it as he went upstairs to report that he was to stay off duty for health deterioration reasons as ordered by the doc-lieutenant.
Where the fuck was the major-sergeant son of a bitch though? Fuck knows, nobody were at their office so he headed back at the docs to rest etc but the faggot major sergeant was waiting for him there (forreal) hoping to punish him for not knowing he had duty to perform that day right after coming off duty. Geoffrey is apparently psychic vole #2. Once he was told by whom he had been ordered to stay off duty the major sergeant shut the fuck up knowing his place as lower to the doctor, the lowly fuck. He got the fuck out without a single world, and Geoffrey felt better for once, having put a higher up asshole to his place.
The biggest army center in the balkanian region; dehydration-friendly!
Just like the tittle hints, the water there wasn't drinkable and you had to walk a lot in the heat to get where you could buy water because the vending machines were always empty of god damn everything. Alright, am tired of typing, you probably know what happens after this so for ic-reasons will go along with that he postponed the army service for six months to train and learn how to control the nano that were driving his senses insane and the second time he is called he stays in Sparta to finish up and eventually join the army to do cool shit I wish they would do in the army irl but sadly it's just a loads of horseshit I can't even fully recall other than being transferred to Cyprus which seemed like 50-50 better or worse but wasn't gonna take any chances given my critical condition; fuck everything, postponed it.
For more IC-related stuff, I've typed something up in "The Story" page, go check it out.
Yes, I got the wall-punching habit in said army center.
Now get the fuck out of my weebly...
For more IC-related stuff, I've typed something up in "The Story" page, go check it out.
Yes, I got the wall-punching habit in said army center.
Now get the fuck out of my weebly...