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Viktor was not a happy camper. It was 7:00 in the morning, he hadnt got his oat porridge AND to top it off he was being drafted into the guard. Joy. Viktor was standing in a group of about 50 young boys or so. Most were wearing blue overalls, some smocks and some in the more expensive leather coats of the vermin hunting clans. In front of the boys was a large flatbed truck with the letters P.D.F printed in white in the side. Two men were assesing the boys. One, a fat leering man with patchy facial hair and acne who looked and smelled, in Viktor's mind, like a hairy gak. The other was a thin, stick like man who held a notebook and stopped to scribble in it every so often. Three or four brawny soldiers ambled around, to "encourage" the slower members of the croud into the trucks when the time was right.

The fat man was pacing up and down the street. He stopped and seized one boy by the Jaw. "Bad teeth. Group One!" he said to the thin man who presently took out little glasses and put them on after scribbling away for a second. Another boy was jostled. "Too fat. Group one" said Fatty to Speccy.More scribbling. Fatty reached a boy Viktor knew. His name was Dimitri- the Big One he was called. Six foot six and strong as an ursid, he certainly earned the name. "Flex your biceps for me." said Fatty. "Good Emperor we got us a winner Pyotr!" cried Fatty To Speccy. "Group One". This continued until Fatty reached Viktor. "You there! Boy! Count to twenty would ya?" Viktor did. "Good, you're not dumb at least. Your name is Viktor right? Spell it!"

"OK" murmered Viktor. "V-I-K-T-O-R. What next next old man? Want me to change your undies for you?" Viktor did'nt notice the fist sailing into his crotch. The first few thoughts in Viktor's mind went like this: "OOOWWWW!!PAIN PAIN PAIN!!! WHY WAS I SMART?? OWW I THINK MY NUTS ARE GONE! OWW!!"And so on.

"Get up you cheeky git! I like you y'know that? We need more arsewhipes in the Guard! Group One!" he yelled out to Speccy.

After about ten minutes damning his life, himself, the world and all creation- and more specifically damning the fact he has nuts, Viktor was picked up and dumped into the flatbed truck. Around him were twenty odd young lads. All were fairly healthy looking and preety tough. "What happened? Where are we going now?" groaned Viktor. The Big One boomed out the reply- "We are going to the training camp Viktor."

Oh Great. Oh well, thought Viktor, i hope the have porridge.

Woah! That was one crazy morning!