Obelisked!

April 25, 2010. With mounting pressure from the home front, and empty hand lobbying from the forward command, the discordant Darger unit was unable to capitalize on the illusive capitol defenses. Again, the Darger heavy artillery failed to breach a single line of the special forces interest groups, the choreographed grassroots movements, or the sniveling, lip-service militias.
   Lost in the early symbolism of the Sunday afternoon, a cult of 33,000 sun worshippers outlined the owlish inroads of the district in a profane parade of Warvillian protectionism. Darger forces book-ended the day's fighting by mounting hard-hitting campaigns, but were ultimately brought down by the enemy's lone psychological operation.
   The new balance of power has rapidly masqueraded into an arms race, and the challenge now falls in the hands of a ragtag group of professional conscripts who are underfoot, limping north into unbridled, urban warfare.
L is for E pluribus nothing.

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.)