April 14th, 2010 . The sweet glaze of Tuesday's home-brewed success and celebration spill-over had spoiled over by the break of following day, and the Authorities sent in the LAPDogs, who rounded up hundreds of Darger placards, day-drunkards, and enough blood and alcohol to fuel the Darger's war party for another 5 hour marathon of extended bloodsport when Wednesday's cocktail hour fighting broke out. The entire garrison was on the aggravated assault throughout the night, and they were able to beat back the hit-and-run attacks from the diamond-skinned reptile army but for the final late night raid that ended in loss.
Once again, the Dargers were done in by the futile ballistics efforts uniquely confined to the Sniper units. The once heralded hatchet man, Number 58, marshaled his first 3 charges of the skirmish with the elite coordination of a forged champion. Then, he lost electromagnetic control of his avoidance reaction, and his Distant Early Warning ( or DEW ) Line malfunctioned. Or something. Whatever it was- it seemed to have the same evaporating effect on the entire Rifle corps, as the arms depot was unable to hold, block, fend, or even keep at arm's length the parched, snake invaders. In the pitched battle for Chavez Ravine, who will take command and certainty of the battle mound in tonight's drive to rid Traffic Town of evil serpentine? L is for apparatus belli apertif!
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