conversations.from: system
conversations.value: The bugs are back, and, this time, we're there to meet their assault. However, against all odds, they attack a supposedly insignificant world, Yurinanus 2. Deemed "strategically unviable" by the High Marshals of the Alliance, the garrison of this planet consists of outcasts, troublemakers, low-life scum, and overall fools, including one band of idiots passionately referred to as the Doof Troop.
  
  Suddenly, they're on the forefront of the bug advance, and trillions of lives hang on the balance of their actions.
  
  What could go wrong?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Only the best of the best for the Doof Troop. Hopefully they don't drown in a puddle of their own tears before you see combat.
conversations.prefix: Yurinanusian Garrison:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If only there were more buttons to press, we would've been heroes a long time ago.
conversations.prefix: Pressed Button:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: With such an opportunity presenting itself, the Doof Troop ponders petitioning the High Marshal for official command of the Yurinanusian Garrison.
conversations.prefix: Assume Command:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Doof Troop are personally authorized to do whatever the fuck they want, by the orders of High Marshal Gromm.
  
  Maybe he was a nice guy after all...
conversations.prefix: Vocal Authority:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A sweet, delicious treat, iced with the gooiest, most disgusting icing ever to grace your tastebuds.
  
  These would be awesome in ball form, amirite?
conversations.prefix: Cinnamon Roll:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A special souvenir, looted from the battlefield of the Doof Troop's first successful mission.
conversations.prefix: Broken Keyboard:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: A good person -- a moral person -- you lend yourself to the better side of humanity.
conversations.prefix: Upright:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: The core world of Xenothan; once a prized possession of humanity, it now lends itself to the bugs that occupy it.
conversations.prefix: Xenothan (High Orbit):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The dirtiest, ugliest city you've ever seen. Converted for a failed defense against the bugs, its rustic charm doesn't forewarn the scent of its now decaying citizens.
conversations.prefix: The Fortress:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sometimes, when facing a larger foe, the only natural option is to bring an unnecessarily large weapon into the fight.
conversations.prefix: Firepower:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Trooper armor, as it so happens, is weak and flimsy. Good luck surviving a claw to the gut with this bullshit.
conversations.prefix: Weak Armor:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You want to survive this mess, regardless of whether you complete your mission objective.
conversations.prefix: Survival:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The coolest garrison commander around, Nihilus never removes his shades, even in the middle of combat. The man likes a handicap.
conversations.prefix: Nihilus Rex:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Always angry, all the time. Seen lying in a pool of his own blood. Too angry to die, the Doof Troop decided to put this hero out of his obvious misery.
  
  You never really liked him, anyways.
conversations.prefix: Grundy Feels:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Yurinanusian Garrison needs leadership, and the Doof Troop is here to lead.
  
  You know, probably.
conversations.prefix: Secure the Garrison:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A legendary solder, who worked his way up the ranks, from grunt to officer.
  
  He's a bit of an ass.
conversations.prefix: High Marshal Gromm:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Only the best of the best for the Doof Troop.
  
  Hopefully they don't trip and bash their face into a boulder before they get to see combat.
conversations.prefix: Yurinanusian Garrison:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: A run down, horrible mess of a military compound, the Yurinanusian Garrison calls this lovely place home.
conversations.prefix: The Garrison:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The slightest touch is all it takes... but the responsibility of this action is not lost upon the Doof Troop.
conversations.prefix: Press Button:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: If there was ever a man to look cool while melting in a steaming pool of acid, it'd be him...
conversations.prefix: Lieutenant Nihilus Rex (Death):
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The garrison needs leadership! Luckily, the Doof Troop is here to save the day!
  
  You know, probably.
conversations.prefix: Prepare the Garrison:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You live for Mother Russia. You are fueled by vodka. You have the strength of great bear. You speak broken English.
conversations.prefix: Russian Guy:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You have unnatural strength in all situations. In a fit of rage, you once ripped a bug in half with your "bear" hands.
conversations.prefix: Bear Strength:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You tend to drink a lot. Since you are Russian Guy, you already have a high tolerance, so you drink a loooooot.
conversations.prefix: Alcoholic:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: As Russian Guy, you secretly want to relive the glory days of the USSR. You aren't very trusting, and very secretive in your attempt to shape the bugless world the image of the great Stalin. Also you aren't allowed to own a phone. Such is life in Soviet Russia
conversations.prefix: Propaganda:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: While normally considered a prestigious title in the trooper Alliance, for the Doof Troop's rank of Sargent simply makes you the sharpest spoon so to speak.
conversations.prefix: Sargent:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Field savvy, always aware of the battle at hand and can make decisions and battle tactics on the fly.
conversations.prefix: Squad Leader:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Always intense, and never forgiving. Quick to anger and far more reluctant to diplomatic solutions.
conversations.prefix: Total Fucking Hardass:
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.prefix: Wild:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You strive to one day become general of the Alliance Military.
conversations.prefix: Promotion: