Your name is forgotten in the mud, dirt, and blood. You are simply "Writer".
You joined this hellish war because you were exiled from your village and had nowhere else to go.. The endless fighting has left you with a SLAGGVARA shrapnel protruding from your head like a demon horn, promising certain death if removed.
To deal with the atrocities of wartime, you cope by endlessly counting ammunition.
This war has rattled you to the core. Start with 2 (d2) SHOCK and PRIMAL FEAR. Next SHOCK roll is d6.