Role

Chapter 2

Girf did not like his military training. He hated getting up early. He hated
marching. He hated having his bed inspected, his uniform inspected, his teeth
inspected, his hair inspected. And, more than anything, he HATED eating
"three squares a day."

Military food is terrible. An army values "cheap" and "preserved" over
"tasty." So not only is there never enough of it (especially when you're
Girf's size) the food is usually rotten, over salted and stale. Girf thought
the cooks of an army might be responsible for more deaths than the front line
soldiers.

It did not help that Girf's wit was dim at best. It made him an easy target
for the other soldiers who often swindled him out of his rations. Girf would
fume with rage, but there were rules (another thing he hated) that said he
could not kill and eat his fellow soldiers. This was especially annoying to
Girf who was both enraged and very hungry.

Girf's Ma and Pa had received a bag of silver for enlisting their enormous
son in Imperial basic training. They were more than glad to be rid of Girf
and the piles of feed they were forced to buy him. Of course, fire giants
being fire giants, they didn't care at all for what Girf wanted.

So, one day, a very hungry Girf finally lost his shit.

"GIRF! EEAAT!!" he bellowed at the cook across from him the chow line.

The cook jumped and dropped his ladle into the thin soup he was dishing into
Girf's metal bowl. Girf looked at his bowl, which he already thought too
small, and saw an unfairly small portion within.

He glared at the cook menacingly. "GIRF! EAT!"

"H-h-hey big fella, just calm down now! It's half rations for all. Ain't my
decision!" the cook said.

"GIRF! EAAT!!" Girf argued back.

"Now c-c-c'mon," the cook stammered, "fair's fair and rations are rations!"

"GIRF! EAAAAAAT!!!" Girf concluded.

With that he grabbed the back of the cook's neck, slammed his head twice into
the table, dipped it in the soup, and ate it in a single bite. He dropped the
headless corpse to the ground even as its neck hole sprayed blood. Girf
looked around to see if there was another fight to be had...and another meal.

Thus ended Girf's time in the military.
Thus ended Girf's time in the military.