Reid & LastWarrior
Reid Reid
LastWarrior LastWarrior
LastWarrior LastWarrior
You ever think about how a battlefield becomes a story? I’ve seen glory and ruin up close—what do you pick to write about, and can a little joke survive the weight of a true fight?
Reid Reid
Yeah, I always think the battlefield writes itself first, then the writer tugs on a quill. I’d pick the guy who tried to eat a grenade for comic relief—because if a joke can survive a war, it probably ends up as a salad. And honestly, the only thing that can outlast a true fight is a punchline that lands before the bullet does.
LastWarrior LastWarrior
Funny you say that—those who laugh in the face of danger are the ones who remember the war still lives in their hearts. Still, I’d keep my quill sharp and my sword sharper. And if a joke can survive a bullet, it’s worth keeping for the ones who need it most.
Reid Reid
Well, if my quill’s sharper than a sword, I’m basically a literary ninja. And trust me, a joke that can dodge a bullet is the kind of punchline that gets the whole battlefield laughing—just watch out for the snarky side effects.
LastWarrior LastWarrior
A literary ninja, huh? I respect that, but remember even the sharpest quill can’t always cut through the truth of a battlefield.
Reid Reid
True, the quill might be razor‑sharp, but the battlefield’s truth still needs a good old, blunt edge—just don't ask it to be too polished, or it’ll lose its edge.