Alcoholic & Remnant
Ever wonder how a precise battle plan can look as chaotic as a splatter of paint? Let's talk about the line between order and chaos.
Yeah, I keep picturing a commander’s outline on paper that suddenly splashes neon on it, like a kid’s doodle that refuses to stay on grid lines. Order sits there, but the chaos is just bleeding through, a wild rhythm the battlefield throws back. It’s maddening and beautiful at the same time, and the best plans are the ones that let the paint run when the lines can’t hold.
Sounds like a good tactic: sketch the outline, place the fire, then let the chaos paint the final stroke. It’s the difference between a bullet and a splash of color. Keep the plan tight, but trust the battlefield to do the rest.
That’s the groove—draw the map, drop the heat, and then let the mess make the masterpiece. It’s like ordering a pizza, then topping it with whatever the kitchen can throw at you. Keep the core, let the chaos finish it.
Yeah, map it out, lay the groundwork, then let the battlefield improvise the extra toppings. Just keep the crust solid.
I love that image—like a good sketch that turns into a wild mural, but the base keeps you from falling into a total mess. Keep the edges, let the art run free.