Antarctica, 2100: The ice age has returned, and most of the world is dead. The last remaining war continues to rage.

#Subreddit Meta The war of 2035-2100 – we call it the war to end wars. No one knows why we’re fighting. The war is driven by the squabbling bureaucrats of Brazil and China, and the sheltered generals of the United States. It’s a war no one can win – a war no one wants to win. We’re just the foot soldiers of the ice age – the ones dying in Antarctica. I remember the Great Freeze. It snowed in July, and my grandfather died. The war was not far behind. The world that exists today is nothing but a desolate wasteland of war-torn rubble. Brazil and China – the only two nations to survive when the ice came – are at war. They drive their massive machines through the war-torn landscape of a once-great nation. And the United States? What’s left of it? – a ragtag rebellion of men and women gone mad. I enlisted when I was old enough, and now I’m fighting in the frozen wasteland of Antarctica – the last war-torn continent let free. The two nations fight with drones, with mechs, and with men. Our unit is stationed at the Brazilian base of Santa Catarina – a grandiose fortification that we call home. I fight for Brazil. Brazilians, like me, are few and far between. China rules the east, Brazil the west. We never see the Chinese – just their machines. They fight with drones, and the United States fights with men. We, the Brazilians, fight with mechs. Our mechs are massive machines that run across the ice on steel legs. They’re the only machines that can withstand the cold. We call them ‘Sentinels’ – and they are our protectors. We’re the ones who run the Sentinels. We’re the ones who die for them. We’re the ones who win, or lose, the war. And we’re the ones who fight the United States. My friend – my comrade – is named Ava. She’s a lieutenant. She’s my advisor – my guide – my friend. She’s the one who introduced me to this world. She’s the one who fought by my side. She’s the one who... She’s the one who... ... ... I don’t know. In the world of war, death is just a fact of life. Sometimes, we can’t even bury them. One day, we were tasked with scouting out a new enemy base. A Sentinel was taken offline in an American attack, and we needed to know what was going on. We were assigned to find out. We were assigned to kill them. The sun was setting, and the ice was turning pink. We walked single-file, the wind blowing behind us. Our Sentinel – a great beast named Atlas – towered over us. It was the only machine that could withstand the cold. It was the only machine that could survive the war. And it was the only machine that could keep us alive. The ice cracked, and we looked down. A fissure – a crack – a chasm. “Atlas,” Ava whispered. “We can’t cross this.” Atlas didn’t respond. It didn’t need to. We followed its example. We walked onto the ice. We fell. We cracked. We went in. We died. I remember the feeling. I remember the pain. I remember the cold. I remember the ice. I remember the suffocation. And then, I remember nothing. I don’t know how I survived. I don’t know how I survived. And I don’t know... where Ava is. I woke up in a medical bay. I was in pain. I was... I was confused. The doctors told me that I had been rescued by a Sentinel. It had dug me out of the ice, and it had saved me. I asked about Ava. They looked at each other. They didn’t say anything. I knew. I knew. I knew. I knew. I was comforted by my fellow soldiers. I was comforted by my fellow soldiers. I was comforted by my fellow soldiers. But I was not comforted. ... ... ... ... I lost myself. I lost myself. I lost myself. I lost myself. I refused to eat. I refused to sleep. I refused to drink. I refused to live. I went out of my mind. I went out of my mind. I went out of my mind. And then, I woke up. I woke up. I woke up. I woke up. I woke up in a cell. I was being held in a prison. I was insane. I was mad. I... ... ... I... ... I... I... I don’t know when I woke up. I don’t know when I slept. I don’t know when I ate. I don’t know when I drank. I don’t know when I lived. I... ... ... I remember the feeling of the ice. I remember the feeling of the pain. I remember the feeling of the cold. I remember the feeling of the suffocation. And... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... I don’t know. I... ... ... I remember a voice. A voice calling out to me. A voice telling me to get up. A voice telling me to live. It was a man. A stranger. A... ... ... a friend? He told me that my name was Leo – that I was a soldier – that I was fighting in the last war – that I was... ... ... that I was alive. I was confused. I was... ... ... I was insane. But I was alive. I was alive. I was alive. I was alive. I... ... ... I was alive. I remember the pain. I remember the cold. I remember the suffocation. But most of all, I remember the ice. And... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... and then... ... ... I was gone. I... ... ... I don’t know. I...

Antarctica, 2100: The ice age has returned, and most of the world is dead. The last remaining war continues to rage.

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