[ WP ] Scotland votes `` Yes '' on independence , England invades .

It had been days since Corporal Wilson had last slept. Hands worn to what felt like stubs. Face stained with the dirt of a battle that raged far longer than anyone could ever have anticipated. Nobody saw the first wave coming. Hindsight is always 20/20, but could anyone at the time have read anything sinister into the restoration of Hadrian's Wall? Perhaps they should have, then Wilson might not have found himself in this situation. Regardless of past mistakes, Wilson was always going to be in the front lines. A proud ancestry of resisting the English stretching back all the way to a pikeman at Bannockburn all but demanded his service, and if necessary, his sacrifice. The dream of an independent Scotland was worth more than any one man's life. 
 
 It took us a thinker like Alexander the Great 2 to lead us to victory on the battlefield of our times, the political stage. It was a victory as glorious as any forged through force of arms, as he faced down the traitor Alastair the Wormtongue in single verbal combat. How anyone could ever have trusted a man with eyebrows a different colour to his hair we'll never know, but our Glorious Alexander showed him for what he really was in front of an audience of millions. Nobody foresaw how quickly the political battle would transition to one of a more... classical nature. 
 
 Corporal Wilson wanted to sleep. Corporal Wilson wanted to see his family again. Was that dark wet patch spreading on his torso a sweat stain, or something more sinister? Perhaps it was the morning coffee he had spilt in the heat of a pitched encounter. Wilson had already lost 13 drones today. Make that 14. The respawn counter ticked... 10... 9... 8... Intelligence had reported the English would have exhausted their latest shipment of Chinese drones two days ago, and yet they kept coming. 7... 6... rumours had been spreading like wildfire that the English had sourced new shipments from Latvia, and even that they were using child soldier pilots. Even that some of these child soldiers were inverting their Y-axis, lord knows what sorcery the English had resorted to to win this war. 
 
 5... 4....3....Private Wilson took a sip of his Red Bull and squared his jaw. He thought back to his ancestors, and all doubts fled his mind. He would finish this or fall asleep trying. 
 
 2....1... once more into the breach my friends. Once more into the breach.
