[h2]Battlefield Survival Guide for Dummies[/h2]
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First came the smell of the wind, of mud and grass, of life. Then came the rank smell of shit and death, just like home. With a head ache trying it's best to become number one Germ pulled themselves out of the filth and mud to find that they had been transported into one ugly bitch of a morning. [i]"Always a god damn string attached, ain't there.[/i] they growled to themselves, the anger of their past life bleeding into the new. The little gremlin began scrounging through the corpses surrounding them, ignoring their taller neighbors in their search. It job smelled worse than any party they'd ever been to but with nice trip to their "happy place" Germ was able to fight through the worst gags, they died without a fight in their last life and they'd be damned if they did so again.

Unfortunately most of the weapons were far to large to wield in any positive manner, being three foot six had some downsides as it turns out. What's more they just kept falling over, as if their body moved and reacted faster than their old body ever could. It would take time to figure this new body out, but with the armies approaching time was understandably short. After several moments they came up fairly empty handed, just a pair of garbage tier knives. The one in their right hand was noticeably heavier, the hand guard and large blade definitely made for strikes and slashes. In the left was a long, skinny stiletto like knife definitely made for stabs. The pair were maybe great pieces of craftsmanship once, but their time in the muck had tarnished them to all but basic effectiveness. With this and a quickly made holsters it seemed that Germ had just these and whatever this feeling inside them was, like a ball in the pit of their stomach but not nerves. 

Ignoring it for now the Darkling bounded towards the others, running along on all fours much like a scaly chimp. The speed surprised Germ, there was a power in this body. The limbs were strong, their reflexes quick, and with this new feeling... potential? If they could survive this then they were going to take this baby for a spin. Reaching the budding group Germ caught the tail end of small talk and immediately became annoyed, "Now I'd just hate to break off this little chat but there are two armies about to stop our assed two paste, can we come up with a damn plan so that [i]doesn't[/i] happen? That'll be just lovely." The voice sounded like sandpaper, a landslide, and a chain smoker all wrapped in one soprano... all in all not very pleasant.