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The Battle of Armadillo

The dusty town of Armadillo was quiet, but the haziness of the fog gave off an ominous tone. That night LORD Kree wanted nothing more than to help a poor stranger on a wagon escort mission. The job was simple, get on board and take the wagon to Tumbleweed. It was just like any other day, until it wasn’t. 
 
BANG! BANG! BANG!

Shots rang out and before Kree knew it, the poor strangers family, supplies and very livelihood were being comprised. Kree could only look on in despair as the people she said she’d protect were slaughtered like animals. As the Griefers took advantage of their superior numbers, Kree was wounded and had barely managed to crawl away to the nearest rock and whisper her horse War over. Clutching in her hand a small note, in her own blood she wrote “1 Lord, Griefers, SOS.” She placed note onto the saddle, slapped the horse away and collapsed thinking of a bowl of someone else’s stew that she’d never eat again.

 
THE BATTLE

It was then that she awoke, in the midnight fog. The already scarce citizens of Armadillo scrambling into stores, behind building and grabbing children into safety. In the distance you make out the silhouette of individuals in the distance. It was only when seeing the blue and black vests that a sigh of relief echoed throughout the small rock enclosure Kree found herself in. As she crawled out, The powerful voice of LORD Powerhouse booming “HOLD THE TOWN! LORDS ARE TO HOLD THE POST OFFICE AND THE SHERIFFS OFFICE. DO NOT LET THEM THROUGH!”

LORDS Osiris, Goddess, Sway and Overkill Held the Post Office; Osiris tossing over a tonic to Kree as she rejoined the fight. LORDS Hellrider, Skully, Powerhouse, and Jam held the Sheriffs Office. Gunfire, smoke, Molotov’s, and the smell of blood filled the air. The enemies were split, but kept charging. Each time they made a charge a series of gunfire would push them back.

It went like this for a while…. Overkill couldn’t help the manic giggle that came out after stabbing his enemies occasionally. Osiris shotgunned a Griefer who tried to make his way to the Post Office, his guts covering the man cowering underneath the front. Skully used his rage and took out more than one enemy at a time. All Lords were focused on their own battles but all knew one thing – Failing to hold these points would result in the deaths of not only the Lords, but the people in the town they were protecting. The battle would be determined by the ability to repel the enemy from town, essentially cutting them off from their explosive,  and incendiary, ammo and supply lines.

All Lords were focused on their own battles but all knew one thing – Failing to hold these points would result in the deaths of not only the Lords, but the people in the town they were protecting. The battle would be determined by the ability to repel the enemy from town, essentially cutting them off from their explosive,  and incendiary, ammo and supply lines.

 
WAIT. WHAT?

It was only after seeing it wouldn’t be the easy win they were always used to, that the Griefers evolved into tactics seen only a handful of times. Wiggling back and forth, crouching up and down, all actions that made it clear that the sweatiness that had been displayed, wasn’t even their final form.

To make matters worse Lords were being gravely injured by a sharpshooter sniper by the name of UTI, and although Lords were able to hold them off from town, being picked off so fast ran the risk the battle turning to failure. Each time a bullet hit a LORD, no doubt the Griefers rejoiced, opting to stay another five minutes and laughing so hard that one could see the Cheetos dust flicker out of their mouths. The battle was taking a turn for the worse….

 
CRUNCH. CRUNCH. CRUNCH.

The gravel underneath the boot of a LORD went noisily as he walked up calmly to the battlefield. On his back a Golden/Black Rolling block Rifle reflected in the moonlight. LORD Sidewayz had joined the fight, immediately taking position, aiming…

A breath.

Griefers were hit left and right. Drop, drop, drop. UTI fell. LORDS, finally deciding to advance, began pushing the enemy further out. It was too much. The spawns were useless for them. The enemies began to run, disappear, and lack of direction among them made it clear that there was dissension in their ranks. The battle was over. Only one enemy remained.

LORD Kree walked up to a hogtied UTI, who refused to abandon the battle he’d already lost. Behind her the intimidating glares of all the brave Lords who joined the battle. Taking the pistol in her hand she aimed it at his head. The grass around him went red.

LORD Kree walked up to a hogtied UTI, who refused to abandon the battle he’d already lost. Behind her the intimidating glares of all the brave Lords who joined the battle. Taking the pistol in her hand she aimed it at his head. The grass around him went red.

 
END

The smoke cleared. The once foggy town of Armadillo was visible. By the time citizens came out, no Lord was in sight. All they were left with was a single card on the ground, the infamous Reaper printed on it. Somewhere In the distance, on a ridge over looking Armadillo, you could see the silhouettes of all Lords with their guns raised and shooting in victory.

Today, you could still hear the gunshots echoing from The Battle Of Armadillo.