Looking into the past…

April 14, 2009

The ninja regretted having ever worked with the machine-beasts. In their previous war, he had been approached separately by each of the factions, each with offers of glory and wealth. Being cunning as he was, the ninja accepted the offers of both sides, spying for each, attempting to cause enough damage to wipe out their entire abominatious race. His plan nearly succeeded; the ninja’s information lead to both factions bringing devastating raids unto each other, until each faction was down to numbering its remaining troops with single digits. But all had not gone well…

The machine-beasts had grown wise to the ninja’s plan of extermination, and formed a truce with each other in order to retreat, rekindle their numbers, and create a plan with which to destroy the ninja. The old war now years gone, the machine-beasts returned united in order to destroy the one who had nearly eliminated them. After months of searching, a machine-beast flying recon unit spotted the ninja engaged in destroying a baggie of tortilla chips. Radioing this information back to headquarters, the flyer kept silent watch on the remainder of the ninja’s battle whilst the army rapidly traveled.

The whole of the machine-beast race arrived on scene as the ninja was in mortal combat with the true pirate leader. As the recon unit confirmed the ninja’s location, the heaviest of the machine beasts targeted for a bombardment. Their leaders knew that now, when the ninja was already exhausted from battle, was going to be their best chance at destroying him without losing more than half their race to the fight. While the ninja bowed towards his dying enemy, the leader of the machine-beasts gave the order to fire. The heat coming off the mortars of the heavy units caused the carpet underneath their feet to melt, a volley even more sizable than those that the ninja had engineered during his trickery in the first war. Those shellings killed hundreds of machine-beasts, and now a larger one yet was hurtling through the air, targeted solely at the ninja. Surely there would be no escape for the green-clad genocidal.

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