Sunday, April 11, 2010

Gift Horse Shot Dead

April 10th, 2010. There were worse things crossing the bright, young mind of hobbled rifleman, Number 16, than the images that had just unfolded in front of him. Impaired, NSFW, visions of celebration cake and birthday intoxication were being replaced with apparitions of being buried in an unmarked grave of an enemy parking lot. Just after his heroic assault had vaulted the LA Dargers within a breath of victory on his 28th anniversary on Earth, the uninspiring, horse-sized, specialist, Number 52, experienced  another navigational malfunction and surrendered the battleground to the Fishermen of Magic City in the final hour.
    Number 44, reasserting his fighting credentials to begin the siege on the perimeters of Fort South Beach, fared to stay alive in the contest until serving up another of his namesake dead onions in the 4th stage of the attack. Determined offensive tactics by Numbers 15 and 27 had given the invading army an upper hand until that forgettable gesture. Called in to halt the surging tide of Fisherman after the fall of Number 44, Number 36, performed remarkably stellar.
    So, in a hot tinderbox of traffic piling up with beach-goers pitted against a hungry and exhausted fighting force scrambling to get out of town not only alive, but accountable, the battle on Sunday should be a real white-knuckler! L is for Let them eat horse.
   

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