Familiar Foe

April 22nd, 2010. A battered, war torn city was able to raise it's colors after another predictable collapse by the second rate, second line, Darger field reservists. Now, the dilapidated Darger ground forces will limp away from the heavy losses they sustained during the evening's counter-offensive at River Bend, and maneuver 525 miles across the snarling , bumber-to-bumper frontier to the stronghold city of the nation's shadowy, sacrificial center of secret shareholder handshakes, and diversionary wartime economic policy.
    Tonight's cannon fodder performances by the reserve militia tenderfoots, Numbers 54 and 56, erased the brilliant swing attack of veteran landwehr, No. 9, who had advanced the Dargers to within measurable distance of a victorious road campaign. On to Warville! The War Doves have circled the road map. L is for Lye- (Remember that human fat makes the best soap.)