[ WP ] A young student is drafted off to fight in a bloody foreign war . He quickly finds that war is the most enjoyable thing he has ever experienced .

War was declared on the Congo three years ago. While the focus was on Iran, North Korea, and a bunch of wannabe militants nobody bothered looking at what was then considered a putrid, technologically desolate, and backward region. The Congo was developing armaments of biological weapons and the first hints of that were the Ebola outbreaks of the 2010's. Then came the first reign of terror, a virus that exploited the amygdala and turned its subjects into vicious, violence-loving psychopaths. England was first to declare war and enforce a mandatory draft to deal with the situation. Jason was one of the first to be called to the draft. In a previous life he was an undergraduate Conflict Studies major at Oxford. 
 
 There was blood everywhere. No one ever tells you about the true color of blood. It's not red. It's actually closer to a luscious burgundy. And the taste, that hint of metallic flavor perfectly compliments the smell of artillery fire. If war is hell it certainly is a beautiful one. 
 
 `` I love this. I want to paint the world, all of it.'' The sweltering heat, festering mud, and decaying corpses were a painting of a broken world, one in which he was the artist. He looked around at his work and heaved heavily, his lungs scarcely able to catch the stifling air. 
 
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