The wildlife grouped themselves not by species, nor by family nor order, but by a complex algorithm involving a mix o’ those & nonbiological stats, such as skill classes & name orders.

All o’ this was done by the calculator. They didn’t have time to mentally configure it themselves. They had a war to fight.

They trusted the computer. A’least they said they did. Everyone’s stomach was too queasy to be too skeptical.

Bad things happened to those with too much skepticism.

But as they all marched through the bushes & boughs, hoping their baggy camo suits actually worked, the Worcestershire Military thought secretly ’bout how they just hoped this’d end soon.


Fatigues, Organisation, Zoologist