Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Earth, in general, is not the most interesting planet to visit.

Glimmers of flame on the horizon, the ground trembles from explosions...
A stormtrooper curses his jammed AK-12 with his last words, all that remains is to throw grenades until the screams of agony in the bunker are replaced by the silence of death.

A sleepy Mavic operator yells into the radio: "Get them out of here!". Two volleys from the drone, he could have killed five people, but he will be happy with just one – as long as there is a beautiful video with a fountain of blood gushing from the throat or a severed limb. He will be given a medal and a bonus.

Tankers are in position. "Fire!" – "North 500, east 100" – "Fire!" – "North 100, west 100" – "Fire!" – "South 100" – "Retreat!"
End of communication. The spotter and command are cursing them with their last words, but it doesn't matter. They survived, the tank is in cover, today they will still drink coffee and smoke.

The first meal in two days, the shift is over, and it no longer matters who has how many stripes and stars.
– It's f***ing cold...
– Just hope the guys don't get caught on the way, then there will be water and gas. And coffee.
– I'm f***ed, imagine how many a**holes in civilian life are living it up right now.
– Two more missions and then vacation. If we don't die tomorrow...
The smoke of solidarity envelops the basement. A full stomach. A warm sleeping bag. You can live – at least until tomorrow.

A hopeless alcoholic is assembling shells in the rear. He won't get paid. He won't be sent on a mission. Minimum effort, minimum salary – it's fair.
"F*** it all!!!"
He gets behind the wheel, taking a bottle out of a hiding place. The battered Zhiguli creaks under the weight of the body that has lingered on its rest...
When they catch him, his already unattractive face will be turned into a bloody mess and he will be thrown into a basement, but that doesn't matter now. Full throttle.

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The best world possible.