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The Mad General's Courage

The Mad General watched his Filthy Five Hundred. Some were still pressing the attack, some had broken and were running. Those dirty bastards who had turned and ran needed to find The Mad General’s Courage.

He mounted the turret of his battle-wagon, an armored fighting vehicle full of wasteland modifications and additions, and held his Courage high in the air. His booming voice, crackling with the insanity of the crazy brave, commanded those who retreated back towards the attack. The Mad General pointed in the direction of the Machine Fortress and called for an advance.

Some turned, finding their resolve. Some shied away from the general, abandoning their honor.

The Mad General worked the bolt to his ancient pre-war rifle. It was chrome plated and the stock was made of dark cherry wood. Carved into the stock was the word: Courage.

The Mad General directed his Courage at the cowards who still ran. .30-06 copper jacketed lead projectiles of bravery screamed out to inspire his cowards.

…or kill them.

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