A coat a day keeps the Depression away.
That's the cheery little unofficial slogan of The War— an arms race that never pauses, never questions, never forgives.
Every dawn, crowds heed the call to arms, charging to the ARM Stations where they're processed, pressed, and put under arms before being shipped off to The Front: the world's largest, loudest, most enthusiastic meat grinder. Their sole equipment? A regulation coat, a handful of alms, and the comforting reminder that The Court of Arms is always watching and will generously reward those who stay loyal, stay brave, and most importantly… don't go vegan.
This is beef fed into the meat grinder.
This is the arms race with no armistice.
This is Funny Bleak—a world where the puns are cheap, the coats are thinner than hope, and the only thing darker than the humor is the dawn light of another day.