@pkenney leave it to my game. Thanks to him.

Once a happy way to pass carefree time, now a grim reality. My friend the solider is dead. What good is a gun against such a hidden menace? I set my mind to work and ran around putting up flags, thinking I could solve this with reason. Those were the days before I made a mistake and blew my right leg off. Now I hobble around slowly, trying to convince my wary colleague the medic to take calculated risks. He stares at me blankly over the crackle of the fire.

Only my dog seems unaffected by the grim realization of a casual game. He runs about, and as if to taunt leaps onto a square I agonized over revealing.

All this would be a challenge, but one I could muster my will and human intuition against to overcome. But what truly saps me is the insanity of it. I carefully construct towers of logic based on the numbers I find on the ground, but then I see this: https://imgur.com/G027JNb

Using a precious disarming unit, I clear a mine I was sure was there. I recall the progress meter vividly. Then I remove the flag. Hopefully this will unblock some progress. I step into the newly cleared space - an explosion erupts against my weak flesh, in total disregard of my efforts.

Have I lost my mind from the horrors? I must escape this madness.