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While other guardsmen are enjoying their rations, Trench is digging another trench. When others are dreaming of a life without war, Trench is dreaming of better trench designs. He doesn't sleep; he waits in the trench.
Trench's hobbies include:
- Digging trenches
- Maintaining trenches
- Naming trenches after fallen comrades
- Writing trench poetry (Sample: "Roses are red, violets are blue, if you're in my trench, I'm watching you.")
When the Commissar yells "CHARGE!" Trench hears "DIG DEEPER!" His trench isn't just a hole in the ground; it's a fortress, a home, a lifestyle.
While you're reading this, Trench is out there, digging. Because in the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war, and Trench is ready for it.
Long live Trench, hero of the 83rd Siege Regiment. He doesn't just survive; he thrives... in his trench.
You think you can get away with saying that heretical trash to me over the Vox? Think again, scum. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the galaxy and your signal is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're frakking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my lasgun.