We've been at war for hundreds of years, or only a handful. It depends on whose calender you look at. We've invested our late twenties, or five generations of humanity. It depends on which philosopher you listen to. We listen to none, because they don't know what it feels like to return home and find it gone, walk up your street to find your old neighbours great-great-granchild lying in the gutter, dying from an overdose of one of the new drugs hitting the poor and ignorant. They don't know.
You don't know. We are the dead, the gone and forgotten and were contented as that until even our final resting place has been bought and sold for by the corporations pock-marking the TV's and roadside billboards and internet. When before when we died those who had died partly with us would only remember us, now we are spectators in a stupid man's game of which we are the players, a self-citing roundabout of new recruits dying followed by new recruits dying, all signing up to receive their medals like they had on their screens. Before we were soldiers, hidden away to protect the weak-stomached and do their dirty work, and now we're actors, told to minimise swearing because we're live and someone is always watching. You can't fight wars against these intergalactic creatures like this, and it's showing. Corporations are buying and selling our lives in sports we never wanted.
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I don't have a title so any suggestions would be much appreciated.
It's a simple story of soldiers in a distant land doing what their job tells them to do, but they know someone is watching and judging and analysing. It's the psychological terror knowing every mistake and death is witnessed by someone who doesn't care. They are cameramen in a shitty reality show filming someone being killed, and all they can do is shoot the enemy because it's a cross-fire, and yet they still have the voice in their brain calling them un-heroic because they wouldn't charge out for their wounded comrade.
In short, it's a depressing tale of soldiers who can't find their way forward because no-one knows the direction, and they can't find their way back because they've been left behind by their own race, and they can't stay where they are because there's a little fat kid watching with his friends calling the Sergeant a 'fucking faggot' because he won't order his men to go over the top and charge the enemy.
MostMany of the main details have not been determined yet, because I wanted to propose the idea first and foremost. See how it was received. But you may have noticed that I mentioned aliens in various ways throughout the previous text. That's because the enemy are aliens. You may have also noticed I have not mentioned them frequently, and that's because they are not the main focus of the story. Of course, there will be battles (which I hope will be intense), but they are a co-antagonist to the hidden eyes and angry voices. The best way I can describe the soldiers is the phrase 'stranger in a strange land' (nothing at all to do with the novel).
The reason I cited both Starship Troopers and The Forever War is because Starship Troopers (the book) is quite a grim outlook on these wars and can be considered a good source for my view of this story, and The Forever War addresses the feeling of being forgotten by your own people very well.
If you have any questions or thoughts, please let me know.
Casual Interest Check:
http://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/124445-high-cas-primetime-wartime/ooc