Valkorian Infantry Vest Prototype.
Might make a flak jacket because I love those Suggestions appreciated.

My beautiful new fascist country, Valkoria.

A country far north of the entire continent, Valkoria is a militaristic-imperialist-fascist regime led by a military-dictated government, with Boris Valkorine as it’s General/Leader. The country is ruled by fear; any criticism on the government can lead to death or torture. The military being the most funded industry, it is notorious for it’s brutality and it’s hardened, ruthless soldiers.
Many of the Valkorians are poor, and their only choice of any money is to serve in the military. 1 out of every 2 Valkorian men serve under the armed forces of Valkoria.
They are not very fond of both Rasonia and Menlo; having fought two wars with Rasonia and Menlo, they have earned a negative reputation…. on the propaganda posters of both opposing countries.

(Made entirely in StickNodes. And because I am nerd, I would like to point out that the symbol is a fasces (axe tied to a bundle of wood) and is a actual fascist symbol associated with Fascist Italy. I might change it, but I would like you all to have a say.)

Gun testing with my OC.
Very short because I am the lazy

What do yall fellers think about adding a little… fascism, through a new country based off either one of the main three Axis powers (N### Germany, Fascist Italy, Imperial Japan)?

JULY 8TH
Probably thinking I died at the hands of those sick people, hm? Well, no. I did their job for them.
I mean, what’s the point of living in a world you know is bound for hell? And thinking of every single man who’s soul was damned to contribute to the fall of his own world. And his wife. And his kids.
Come to think of it, it breaks a man who watches everything and everyone he loves running in fear. Dying. And getting back up again as a demon. And he thinks to himself that the last moment he had with them he took for granted.
I watched it all burn. I watched so many people die and I wonder if they deserved it. At the time, I didn’t know what the fuck was going on.
I miss every second in which I bore a family that I didn’t deserve. That I didn’t want to be in. I deserved to die, not them.
And I can’t live like this. Not anymore.

…if there was a God, where is he now?

(A note I found beside a dead guy. Sounds like his suicide note.)