A North Korean soldier runs towards battle. The hunger pains were dampened by the daily meth ration, but that wore off an hour ago, and he is hungry. No matter, he needs to fight. He opens his pack and struggles with the solid oak ornate bipod the Great Leader ordered deployed with the troops. As he lifts it free, he passes out. His last thoughts were how the food rations were thrown out to make room for this insane bipod