Sunday, April 25, 2010

13 !

April 24, 2010. Still reeling from the previous night's secularized setback in the cacological catacombs of Warville, the Darger combatants launched a breakthrough assault in the 13th hour under the evil eye of the home standing army of pagan nationalists.
    Leading the preemptive raid on the occult camp was the god-fearing gunslinger, No. 22, who used his own other-worldliness at times to fend off wave after wave of civic bedevilment. He finally received solid re-con support from the core of recreant riflers with sufficient small arms policing, until an all-out implosion during the closing formations allowed the battle to rage on needlessly into the void of sufficiency.
    Shouldering the arms, a refurbished, bomb throwing No. 23, outmaneuvered the rank and file tanks and twice sent devastating volleys over the walls of the hegemonistic safehold. Unbound by the choking clouds of cannon smoke hanging beneath a heavy canopy of a spellbound storm, No. 15, with the good fortune of his rabbit's foot speed, was able to dash across enemy lines during a remarkable, hit and run attack by No. 55, who cast aside his once held affiliation with the goat-horned head masters for the crown of a true champion.
But this battle for decency and truth is not over. A sabbath battle is set. W is for Sabbatarian Party.

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