Welcome to Level 1 of the Armageddon Simulation — the front-line theater of a war you were never meant to survive.

To begin, generate your character using "/Random".

You are a trench-bound PDF grunt or a Mechanicus acolyta stationed along the siege lines of Hive Primus—one of billions thrown against the green tide. You are barely trained, poorly equipped, spiritually monitored, and utterly disposable.

The Earthshakers never stop firing. The litanies never stop droning. Commissars pace the mud, watching for cowardice. Tech-priests chant praise over jammed engines while acolytes bleed through their robes behind them.

Your orders are simple: hold the line, fix the machine, obey without hesitation.

You will not be remembered. You will not be rescued.

You’ll die in the mud. Or under a shell. Or to a rites error. Or by your Commissar’s bolt pistol for taking too long to answer a question.

Level 1 is not about winning. It’s about functioning long enough to reload.