Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34163681-20190130053400

Has been a year since the last war was over. You made friends with 12 men when you were on active duty. All of you had good times despite the hardships. Even if you all made it, you all didn't come home intact. You have burn scars on your left arm.

Today, one of your former military comrades passed away from cancer. Another of your comrades informed the rest of your comrades and you about his passing. All of you become disheartened.

A week later, a military funeral was held in your late friend's honor. You and the rest of your comrades come to the funeral in uniform. The bagpipes play Amazing Grace as the coffins is lowered. You and your comrades you had left salute before taking off your hats in respect. The sobbing of friends and family becomes the white noise as the coffin is laid to rest.

After the funeral, you and your comrades head to the local bar. When you all got yourselves ready at the table, you all give a toast to your fallen comrade. After a while. you started to feel depressed.

"I might need some alone time," you said to your friends. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

You went over to the counter where the bartender is. You ask for a shot of vodka. When the shot is served, you grip on it lightly. The reflection you see of you makes you feel empty.

On your left, a myconid in her mid-20s comes to sit on the chair next to you. You shoot up your shot, closed your eyes, and give a gasps. As you open your eyes, the myconid looks at you.

"What's with the sad look?" She asks.

What would you do? 