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Camera opens on the ruined city block. Explosions rumble in the distance. The grey anthro wolf male soldier wearing soldiers gear sits on a chair collapsed wall, rifle beside him, fur singed, eyes glowing in the firelight. He slowly lifts his head and looks straight into the lens. [5-30s] Deep, rumbling voice — raw, tired, but building into thunder: "Listen up… because this warzone right here? This is the definition of insanity. Insanity isn’t the bullets or the bombs. It’s not the blood soaking into the dirt or the screams that never stop. Insanity is doing the exact same fucking thing… over and over… and somehow believing the next time it’ll be different. It’s charging the same trench your grandfather charged. It’s following the same orders that got your brothers shredded last week. It’s nations and empires repeating the same goddamn playbook for centuries — same lies, same flags, same graves — and still screaming ‘this time we’ll win the peace!’ Look around, soldier. The rubble, the smoke, the bodies… it’s all one big mirror. We keep reloading the same clip, pulling the same trigger, praying the outcome changes. That… that is insanity." He leans forward, eyes burning straight into you as the final explosion lights up behind him like hellfire. "And the only way out… is to finally put the fucking gun down."