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Lightning, rain, and hail fall from the heavens, beating back our troop’’s forward advance to the city of Washington. A messenger hurries forth to utter a Declaration of Conflict to the United States of America.
It is done...we are at war.
Coming forth from the distance we see men, brave spies of Apolytonia. They issue their report; the city of Washington is defended by only one Spearman. With haste, six thousand Archers and two thousand Spearman cross in through the storming gates of hell, and enter into American territory.
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Vice President Timeline surveyed the battlefield with keen eyes. Beside him stood mighty UberKrux, and wise Spiffor.
Two thousand Spearman stretched out from before them, in a half a mile long formation. Archers prepared their bows from behind, and Timeline knew the moment of combat had finally come.
After the better part of a year marching through this Jungle, these men were tired, but at the same time eager for combat. Timeline glanced up at UberKrux to the right, a towering man standing over a meter higher than himself. The proud General looked gladdened in the heart that this hour had finally come. Timeline could see a glimmer of unstoppable determination in Uber’’s eye that he had never before seen in a man.
Battle will fall upon us soon. And the great Banana will lead us to glory...
...weather it be in exhilarating victory, or gut wrenching defeat.
...
Lightning flashed. No less than six hundred yards away, there they stood. American defenders, armed with long out stretched spears poised for combat. Timeline looked up at the ominous clouds lurking overhead, truly these are dark days. His attention was taken off the sky when he heard a deafening cry from UberKrux, the Archers raised their bows. Another cry, and death itself was unleashed in front of him. Five hundred missiles launched into the air, and five hundred Americans fell to the ground moments later.
UberKrux started the charge against the enemy, letting out a horrendous battle cry as he grabbed his sword and began spinning it as he ran. The other Spearmen, following their master, began running alongside him, their spears extended. Lightning flashed, swords crashed, and death continued to saturate the battlefield.
The moment had arrived, there was a break in the assault lines ahead. Timeline reached down and slowly drew his short blade that jdjdjd had given him years ago. He turned it and studied it as it caught the reflection of constant lightning strikes. As never before, excitement and passion grew in Timeline’s chest. He motioned to the second wave of Spearmen to follow him into the great void ahead.
As Timeline neared the first enemy he used his sword to deflect the blow of the oncoming spear, then with great effort stabbed his sword into the soldier just as Uber had taught him. Timeline repositioned for another attack, but one never came. He looked up and saw the American lines in retreat, Uber running after them, still howling his battle cry.
Over the city, a glorious beam of sunlight smashed through the thick layer of clouds above, shattering the gloomy shield of darkness that had possessed the battlefield moments earlier.
The light, for some, signaled the end of this battle...but for others, it meant something far greater. No longer would the republic of Apolytonia be forced to live in darkness, it’s people divided, it’s land poor, and only a grim hope for the future.
Here, on this battlefield, they had fought for the future. There was light to be found in this seemingly cold and bleak world. It was at this moment that Apolytonia realized, for the first time, that with unity among it’s people it can accomplish anything it puts it’s heart to.
It is done...we are at war.
Coming forth from the distance we see men, brave spies of Apolytonia. They issue their report; the city of Washington is defended by only one Spearman. With haste, six thousand Archers and two thousand Spearman cross in through the storming gates of hell, and enter into American territory.
...
Vice President Timeline surveyed the battlefield with keen eyes. Beside him stood mighty UberKrux, and wise Spiffor.
Two thousand Spearman stretched out from before them, in a half a mile long formation. Archers prepared their bows from behind, and Timeline knew the moment of combat had finally come.
After the better part of a year marching through this Jungle, these men were tired, but at the same time eager for combat. Timeline glanced up at UberKrux to the right, a towering man standing over a meter higher than himself. The proud General looked gladdened in the heart that this hour had finally come. Timeline could see a glimmer of unstoppable determination in Uber’’s eye that he had never before seen in a man.
Battle will fall upon us soon. And the great Banana will lead us to glory...
...weather it be in exhilarating victory, or gut wrenching defeat.
...
Lightning flashed. No less than six hundred yards away, there they stood. American defenders, armed with long out stretched spears poised for combat. Timeline looked up at the ominous clouds lurking overhead, truly these are dark days. His attention was taken off the sky when he heard a deafening cry from UberKrux, the Archers raised their bows. Another cry, and death itself was unleashed in front of him. Five hundred missiles launched into the air, and five hundred Americans fell to the ground moments later.
UberKrux started the charge against the enemy, letting out a horrendous battle cry as he grabbed his sword and began spinning it as he ran. The other Spearmen, following their master, began running alongside him, their spears extended. Lightning flashed, swords crashed, and death continued to saturate the battlefield.
The moment had arrived, there was a break in the assault lines ahead. Timeline reached down and slowly drew his short blade that jdjdjd had given him years ago. He turned it and studied it as it caught the reflection of constant lightning strikes. As never before, excitement and passion grew in Timeline’s chest. He motioned to the second wave of Spearmen to follow him into the great void ahead.
As Timeline neared the first enemy he used his sword to deflect the blow of the oncoming spear, then with great effort stabbed his sword into the soldier just as Uber had taught him. Timeline repositioned for another attack, but one never came. He looked up and saw the American lines in retreat, Uber running after them, still howling his battle cry.
Over the city, a glorious beam of sunlight smashed through the thick layer of clouds above, shattering the gloomy shield of darkness that had possessed the battlefield moments earlier.
The light, for some, signaled the end of this battle...but for others, it meant something far greater. No longer would the republic of Apolytonia be forced to live in darkness, it’s people divided, it’s land poor, and only a grim hope for the future.
Here, on this battlefield, they had fought for the future. There was light to be found in this seemingly cold and bleak world. It was at this moment that Apolytonia realized, for the first time, that with unity among it’s people it can accomplish anything it puts it’s heart to.
You should come down and try your hand in the stories forum. Im sure you might have what it takes to win the stories contest - as long as Grundel doesn't write
. Heck, you could probably just repost this and probably do well.
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