String fullTitle = "Luftpanzer Quest #4";
int postNumber = "2950190";
String image = "luftpanzerop_4.png";
String date = "10/07/18(Sun)16:31:14";
String comment = "To be weak was to be human. You’d learned that quite a long time ago; it was an inescapable truth that eventually, every person would find the wall they could not climb over nor knock down. Even the great Kaiser Alexander could not defeat the Mountains of Nauk, nor illness, nor death. The empire that seemed so grand and eternal then, had crumbled apart within the lifetimes of some who had seen it rise. No, the concept was hardly unusual to see, to grasp, yet despite seeing such, when the world showed you how weak you truly were, it had ever been a shock. When you were quite young, you had had something happen to make you feel powerless, but you had elected to not feel such. You forced yourself to become somebody stronger, larger than life, and it had not felt like long before it felt as though you could cease pretending. Strength, prestige, and victory were intoxicating, and when everything was going well, that former weakness seemed so distant.
For the first time in a long while, you felt very, very weak.
It was still buried deep down, of course, but unlike other times where the feeling stayed silent most of the time, it now demanded to be recognized. It clawed its way up from the pit to scratch and bang at the trapdoor keeping it down. Whenever your mind was allowed to wander, you could feel it trying to push its way back up. Trying to reclaim its seat in your mind from the one who seemed more fit for the duty, but also one for whom was not nearly misshapen enough to properly sit said throne. The right to said place belonged to an ugly creature indeed, but no matter how much it cried out and gnashed its teeth, it would not-
“Captain?” You were brought back to reality by the sound of Lieutenant Covacs’s voice. “Your last transmission cut out. What do you need us all to do?”";