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: Yurinanusian Garrison: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Pressed Button: If only there were more buttons to press, we would've been heroes a long time ago.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Assume Command: With such an opportunity presenting itself, the Doof Troop ponders petitioning the High Marshal for official command of the Yurinanusian Garrison.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Vocal Authority: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Cinnamon Roll: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Broken Keyboard: A special souvenir, looted from the battlefield of the Doof Troop's first successful mission.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Upright: A good person -- a moral person -- you lend yourself to the better side of humanity.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Xenothan (High Orbit): The core world of Xenothan; once a prized possession of humanity, it now lends itself to the bugs that occupy it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: The Fortress: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Firepower: Sometimes, when facing a larger foe, the only natural option is to bring an unnecessarily large weapon into the fight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Weak Armor: Trooper armor, as it so happens, is weak and flimsy. Good luck surviving a claw to the gut with this bullshit.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Survival: You want to survive this mess, regardless of whether you complete your mission objective.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Nihilus Rex: The coolest garrison commander around, Nihilus never removes his shades, even in the middle of combat. The man likes a handicap.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Grundy Feels: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Secure the Garrison: The Yurinanusian Garrison needs leadership, and the Doof Troop is here to lead.
  
  You know, probably.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: High Marshal Gromm: A legendary solder, who worked his way up the ranks, from grunt to officer.
  
  He's a bit of an ass.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Yurinanusian Garrison: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: The Garrison: A run down, horrible mess of a military compound, the Yurinanusian Garrison calls this lovely place home.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Press Button: The slightest touch is all it takes... but the responsibility of this action is not lost upon the Doof Troop.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Lieutenant Nihilus Rex (Death): If there was ever a man to look cool while melting in a steaming pool of acid, it'd be him...
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Prepare the Garrison: The garrison needs leadership! Luckily, the Doof Troop is here to save the day!
  
  You know, probably.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Russian Guy: You live for Mother Russia. You are fueled by vodka. You have the strength of great bear. You speak broken English.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Bear Strength: You have unnatural strength in all situations. In a fit of rage, you once ripped a bug in half with your "bear" hands.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Alcoholic: You tend to drink a lot. Since you are Russian Guy, you already have a high tolerance, so you drink a loooooot.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Propaganda: 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.from: gpt
conversations.value: Sargent: 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.from: human
conversations.value: Squad Leader: Field savvy, always aware of the battle at hand and can make decisions and battle tactics on the fly.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Total Fucking Hardass: Always intense, and never forgiving. Quick to anger and far more reluctant to diplomatic solutions.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Promotion: You strive to one day become general of the Alliance Military.