Cheesy Tanks. A GuP Fanfiction

Part 1: New, unknown school

POV: Kasper Hallways of KNPS tank garage complex. The cold, dim lights illuminate the long corridors, some were in bits of disrepair, like a lightbulb flickering, or bits of rust forming on the edges, In fact, the whole place could definitely use a renovation, But it was of no matter to Kasper, he knew what he wanted, He dragged his Army-style backpack with him down the hallways, It was full of numerous different things, like snacks or little handbooks to draw in, as well as things like a sleeping bag, canteen, and equipment for preparing food on the frontlines of a war. He was packing for the long haul, because today wasn't any ordinary day, Today he was going to get a tank. As in a battle tank, he was going to crew it. In a normal school, this was preposterous, however, this wasn't a normal school. It was a school that specialized in this niche sport called "tankery" where children drive live tanks and shoot at other vehicles. As if the prospect of that wasn't crazy enough, the whole school was situated on the deck of an oversized aircraft carrier, the Karel Doornman. Kasper loved tanks, if a tank existed in some corner of the world, he likely knew it in it's entirety, And now he was going to use a live tank in the sport of tankery. The only tanks that were allowed were WW2 vehicles, made before 1945. Since his Dutch school used Dutch vehicles (obviously), it was likely that the tank he was going to be using was either of American or British origin. The Dutch used American M4 Sherman medium tanks, fast M24 chaffee lights, and (if they allowed it) British Centurion Mk3 tanks. However, even though the Centurion was technically created in World War II, it likely wouldn't be allowed because it has many modern components in its design. So, it was more than likely that he would be using a Sherman, or a Chaffee.

He walked up to the Sherman and looked inside, he saw a boy about the same age as him, he was around 180 or 6 foot tall, had brown hair, brown and in the gunner position.
He asked: "Whats your name?" The boy answered: "Gert. And i'm gunner in a unknown tank." Kasper said: "It says the same thing here but i'm the commander." A boy approached him and said: "Same thing here except i am the driver. My name is Dirk." He was a tad bit shorter then the other two boys but still average. He has red hair and green eyes.

Kasper pov:
"I guess we are crewmates then." I said
I looked around and i saw mostly girls but also some boys around. I asked to my crew: "Why are there so many girls?" Gert answered: "Brainwashed by the Japanese thing, except tanks are loud."