Gen. Bryce Young

General. Crimson strategist. Panther. Small Soldier. Follow me for daily dispatches from the Carolinian front.

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
It pains me to report our campaign has come to an end. Our unit fell to the Rams despite a valiant effort on our own campgrounds. While disappointed, I'm immensely proud of our camp for their unwavering effort to restore the great culture of the Carolinas.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Glorious news! Yesterday Xavier and I roamed the countryside atop horses and roaring four‑wheel contraptions. The locals stared as if two generals had escaped their duties. Dust flew, spirits soared, and not a single soul managed to catch us.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Glorious news! Yesterday Xavier and I roamed the countryside atop horses and roaring four‑wheel contraptions. The locals stared as if two generals had escaped their duties. Dust flew, spirits soared, and not a single soul managed to catch us.
—Bryce

[Carolina Blitz @KeepBlitzin]

👀 Xavier and Bryce in the country riding horses and four-wheelers?

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Celebration floods the marketplace! For word has reached us that the village herald David Newton has at last retired his quill. The men dance like liberated prisoners. Even the ravens circle with relief, spared from being asked why they fly “so bird‑like.”
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Celebration floods the marketplace! For word has reached us that the village herald David Newton has at last retired his quill. The men dance like liberated prisoners. Even the ravens circle with relief, spared from being asked why they fly “so bird‑like.”
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Word spreads through camp like smoke: our TE hole remains a yawning chasm. Njoku has fled westward, and the men stare at the sky as if a wagon of able‑bodied overseers might tumble from it. Hope endures, but patience thins.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Keep Pounding Day has dawned across the Carolinas, and the regiment toils joyfully in honor of the mighty Watchman Sam Mills. Today, we serve the community gladly, though Cpl. Umanmielen keeps mistaking every passing dog for a rival scout.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Rejoice, for fortune strikes! We have crushed the offseason, plundered the draft board, and left rival regiments wandering in dazed silence. Only one dream remains in my mind to seal a perfect campaign. May the mighty David Njoku ride into our ranks soon.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
The camp roared with delight this day. High Marshal Morgan worked the draft board like a riverboat gambler, landing Pvt. Hecht, Pvt. Wheatley, and young Pvt. Kuwatch. Even the scouts strutted about as if promoted, though no such orders were given.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Today marks the second day of The Draft. Our unit has two opportunities, initially, to bring some fine, young talent into the ranks. Confidence builds. I can still recall the day I was chosen for duty. A glorious moment, indeed.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
A ripple of excitement sweeps camp! With the 83rd selection, our regiment has taken Pvt. Brazzell of Tennessee, a swift‑footed Signal Corpsman built for deep strikes. ’Tis the very speed we have long prayed for. May the lad fulfill his promise.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Fortune favored us this eve. High Command bartered its way from 51 to 49 to seize Pvt. Lee Hunter, a stout Texan Cannon Crewman hewn from the red plains of Tech. ’Twas a bold stroke, and camp buzzes still. My spirit is stirred. Hope endures.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Rejoice with me. The unit has added Pvt. Freeling to its ranks with the 19th selection. It was the safe pick, not the flashy one, yet I feel at peace. I foresee myself and this young soldier working closely on the field of battle. Let the kinship begin.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Today marks the second day of The Draft. Our unit has two opportunities, initially, to bring some fine, young talent into the ranks. Confidence builds. I can still recall the day I was chosen for duty. A glorious moment, indeed.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Rejoice with me. The unit has added Pvt. Freeling to its ranks with the 19th selection. It was the safe pick, not the flashy one, yet I feel at peace. I foresee myself and this young soldier working closely on the field of battle. Let the kinship begin.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Chaos grips the camp! I have begun saluting tree stumps, convinced one may be our new soldier. Thursday’s Draft roars toward us like a runaway cannon. Adj. Gen. Dan Morgan claims he will deliver a warrior so mighty the tents may flee. Hopeful.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Chaos grips the camp! I have begun saluting tree stumps, convinced one may be our new soldier. Thursday’s Draft roars toward us like a runaway cannon. Adj. Gen. Dan Morgan claims he will deliver a warrior so mighty the tents may flee. Hopeful.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
A curious spectacle unfolded today, for Fld. Capt. Rozeboom has defected to the Portside Plank‑Pushers, joining A’Shawn in the Enemy’s Embrace. The men barely blinked, as his absence lightens the load more than it wounds us. Another foe added to the ledger.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
A curious spectacle unfolded today, for Fld. Capt. Rozeboom has defected to the Portside Plank‑Pushers, joining A’Shawn in the Enemy’s Embrace. The men barely blinked, as his absence lightens the load more than it wounds us. Another foe added to the ledger.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Sound the drums! We have secured Rasheed Walker, a seasoned blind‑side sentinel forged in three northern campaigns. His stout presence now frees High Command to seek the finest soldier available come Draft Day, no longer bound to a left‑flank recruit.
—Bryce

[Gen. Bryce Young @GenBryceYoung]

Dearest mother,
Sound the drums! We have secured Rasheed Walker, a seasoned blind‑side sentinel forged in three northern campaigns. His stout presence now frees High Command to seek the finest soldier available come Draft Day, no longer bound to a left‑flank recruit.
—Bryce