Awakening amidst chaos, you find yourself in a war-torn battlefield. Debris and dust swirl as P.E.T. munitions thunder, their blasts a relentless assault on your senses. The ear-shattering cacophony of heavy artillery fades before the earth-shaking roars of bombs and RPGs, plunging you into fear's icy grip. Sheltered in a ditch, your breath comes in labored gasps. Who are you in this desolate warzone? What race do you belong to, how many years have you seen? And which class of P.E.T. is yours?
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