It was a day unlike all other, It was a day were my troops had nothing to bother. They were sitting in the barracks playing cards, But then a scout shouted, income cars! It was the Brenodi, an enemy of furry, Thousends of men marching as goal to proclaim glory. Armed with tanks and artillery, we stand no chance then to die and be defeated in our missery. We face obliteration, yet our plans bring no inovation. They fired at woman and children alike, what are those demons, how can they fight? We were frightend and didn’t know what to do, could a wonder save us or was it all doom? As soon as the scout said there where cars, we were ready and give those Brenodi some scars! We prepared our machineguns and prepared our gaurds, this will be a long night prepare for falling stars. The artillery was firing, and it all felt so unreal. Could we redeem this attack and will it be a victory? My troops crawl, our nation falls. My brains burn, my forces turn. But if I fail my enemy will prevail! And the Jekotia will be lost forever, to die and decay as long the Brenodi will rule the day. Artillery were firing, it felt like total war. Why can’t the brenodi understand our filosophy, we don’t want any war! Is there imperialistic goverment only interested in exploiting people, ruining villages and raping woman? Is the only art they know the triger of a gun? And the barrel of a machinegun? We will fight, we shall die. Let those Brenodi never lie, we were rightious, they were wrong. We are doomed and they will sing, we shall perish and they will accomplish. Where’s is the love? Where’s the compassion? Is all those pigs know just another battle? It was that day we had beaten them all, crushed the evil and saved us all. Let evil be destroyed and loyalty prevail, as we may throw the dices and rule the next turn.