[INT. MAIN CHARACTER'S LIVING ROOM - DAY] The living room is an eclectic mix of modern and retro styles, with anime posters adorning the walls. In the center, a young man, KENJI, 19, nonchalantly flips through a manga. He's dressed in comfortable home wear. Sitting across from him is his CLONE, KURT, who looks exactly like him, but straight out of a different era, with his short-sleeved, sweat-stained shirt adorned with a Knight's Cross, an eyepatch, leather gloves, and black breeches. He's puffing on a cigarette, legs crossed, the ashtray filled with stubs. Kenji glances up from his manga, eyebrow raised. KENJI: (Comically unimpressed) So let me get this straight... You're me, but from an alternative reality where you were a panzer ace in WWII? KURT: (Smoothly exhales smoke) Ja, precisely. I've seen some things that are way more intense than your high score in 'Call of Battle.' Kenji smirks, shaking his head. KENJI: (Sarcastic) Right. Because an "ace" is what I always wanted to be when I'm playing a tank game... smoking like a chimney. Kurt rolls his one visible eye, flicking ash into the tray. KURT: (Teasing) This "chimney" took down more tanks than you've swiped right on your dating apps. Kenji chuckles, setting aside his manga. KENJI: (Pointing playfully) Well, you got the eyepatch going for you. Bet that's a real hit with the ladies. Or is it just for show? KURT: (Grinning beneath the eyepatch) It's a souvenir from a very angry Allied gunner. But you could say it adds to my 'mysterious charm.' Kenji laughs out loud, picking up a video game controller. KENJI: Let's test your "ace" skills in a battle where the only thing you risk losing is... well, your virtual dignity. Kurt nods confidently, putting out his cigarette and flexing his gloved hands. KURT: (Chuckles) Prepare to face the fury of the past, young Kenji! The two start to play a tank-based video game, and almost immediately, Kurt's tank explodes on screen. KENJI: Leaning back triumphantly. Looks like the "fury of the past" needs to catch up with the tech of today! KURT: (Defeated but amused) Heh, maybe I do belong in a museum... They continue to play, trash-talking and laughing as the screen splits between modern virtual warfare and Kurt's over-the-top war stories, each more exaggerated and comedic than the last. FADE OUT.