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Subject: Visionary Presents a Lost Scene from the Parody War
Posted Sun Sep 23, 2007 at 05:42:19 pm EDT (Viewed 1 times) |
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During the Great Parody War, the forces of Earth launched their first major offensive by attacking the conceptual plane that the Parody Master used to marshal his forces. While they were successful in smashing one of the sources of his great power, the Infinity Forge, the tide of the battle turned as the plane itself began to break apart and the element of surprise faded. With the major objective accomplished and the dreaded Singularity Riders and the countless Avawarrior Troops descending upon them, the forces of Earth desperately tried to make their escape...
"The lines won't hold" Contessa Natalia noted gravely. "Not against the Singularity Riders. We're done."
"We need to get them support..." Beth argued. "We have to buy them more time to fall back through the gates."
"There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
"No" Asil replied, looking earnestly to Sir Mumphrey. "That's not quite true." There was one force left to deploy. She, Visionary and Yo had called in a favor.
Private Anthony Liddle huddled within a crater in the churned mud of the battlefield, clutching his rifle and rocking back and forth. He could hear the Sgt. of his platoon screaming over the chaos that they needed to hold the line to secure the retreat, but all sense of order had left the Earth forces. The carnage was unfathomable as the Avawarriors pressed their advantage, chewing through humanity's lines with a vicious efficiency. Overhead, the screeching of the Singularity Riders upon their nightmare steeds wrung the hearts of even the most seasoned soldier, sapping the will to fight back. Despair and panic spread like electricity among the troops, and in that moment Private Liddle knew he was going to die wretchedly, horribly... and then all of the Earth would follow after him.
He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
"Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
The Bunnies of the Happy Place had come to war, and hope followed with them...
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For the full accounts of the battle on the conceptual plane, see:
Untold Tales #300
Untold Tales #301
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killer shrike says nicely done
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Subject: A shame it was lost this long [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
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> "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> "No" Asil replied, looking earnestly to Sir Mumphrey. "That's not quite true." There was one force left to deploy. She, Visionary and Yo had called in a favor.
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> He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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Subject: Well, it didn't quite fit with the actual story. Now that we're farther removed and the details are fuzzy, it doesn't matter as much. ;-) [Re: killer shrike says nicely done]
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Subject: Bunnies at war. Cute. :) [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
Posted Sun Sep 23, 2007 at 09:45:15 pm EDT (Viewed 482 times) |
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Subject: I'm sure Hugh Hefner contributed all he could to the war effort. [Re: CrazySugarFreakBoy!]
Posted Sun Sep 23, 2007 at 10:13:57 pm EDT |
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Subject: Nice! I wonder how many more of these little vignettes are waiting to be discovered. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
Posted Mon Sep 24, 2007 at 04:33:07 am EDT |
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> "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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Subject: That was a sweet one. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
Posted Mon Sep 24, 2007 at 07:52:32 am EDT (Viewed 460 times) |
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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Subject: More Animals should join the war effort. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
Posted Mon Sep 24, 2007 at 03:42:01 pm EDT (Viewed 462 times) |
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Subject: Cavalry horses and carrier pidgeons are mostly retired these days. [Re: L!]
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Subject: That's not something you can often say about a story with flaming Apache helicopters. [Re: Scott]
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Subject: Some of them only show up if I enter in a great number of precise keystrokes... [Re: Al B. Harper]
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> > As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> > The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> > "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> > The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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Subject: At least rabbits can replace their numbers faster than humans. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
Posted Tue Sep 25, 2007 at 01:31:06 am EDT (Viewed 408 times) |
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Subject: But that is also true of your normal writing. Otherwise it would look like Norwegian. [Re: Visionary]
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As is always the case with my writing, please feel free to comment.
I welcome both positive and negative criticism of my work, although I cannot promise to enjoy the negative.
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Subject: Brilliant! [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
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> "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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Subject: Must be why they're so happy. [Re: Anime Jason]
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Subject: Thanks! [Re: Rhiannon]
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> > "We need to get them support..." Beth argued. "We have to buy them more time to fall back through the gates."
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> > "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> > He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> > As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> > The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
> >
> > "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
> >
> > The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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> > For the full accounts of the battle on the conceptual plane, see:
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> > Untold Tales #301
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Subject: Yeah, that's what I was getting at. Although I wouldn't have necessarily thought of the Norwegian angle. [Re: Manga Shoggoth]
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Subject: I once saw a bunny tear a knight's head off. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
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> "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
>
> "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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> Untold Tales #301
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Subject: They say witnessing a trauma like that can affect you for life. [Re: jack]
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> > During the Great Parody War, the forces of Earth launched their first major offensive by attacking the conceptual plane that the Parody Master used to marshal his forces. While they were successful in smashing one of the sources of his great power, the Infinity Forge, the tide of the battle turned as the plane itself began to break apart and the element of surprise faded. With the major objective accomplished and the dreaded Singularity Riders and the countless Avawarrior Troops descending upon them, the forces of Earth desperately tried to make their escape...
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> > "There aren't any more reinforcements to commit" the superspy countered. "Our forces are being decimated on all sides. There's no one left."
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> > He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> > As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> > The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> > "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> > The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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> > Untold Tales #300
> > Untold Tales #301
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Subject: Well done! And here I thought the Detonator Hippos were the most valuable animals in the war [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
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> He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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> Untold Tales #301
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Subject: It's not a contest. At least, I'm not telling Lisa's cat that it lost. [Re: Hatman]
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> > During the Great Parody War, the forces of Earth launched their first major offensive by attacking the conceptual plane that the Parody Master used to marshal his forces. While they were successful in smashing one of the sources of his great power, the Infinity Forge, the tide of the battle turned as the plane itself began to break apart and the element of surprise faded. With the major objective accomplished and the dreaded Singularity Riders and the countless Avawarrior Troops descending upon them, the forces of Earth desperately tried to make their escape...
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> > He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> > As he stared into the eyes of the rabbit he, ridiculously, thought of his daughter Jessica. He had promised to get her a pet bunny, he remembered... That was the week before he had been called up for duty in the wake of the Parody Master's invasion. His mind turned to thoughts of how pretty she looked in her blue dress when she and her mother Susan came to Parodiopolis to see him, the day before the big deployment. He thought of the night he had spent with Susan, and the letters she had given him from his and her parents... from all of their family and friends. Letters telling of their pride in him. Letters from the people counting on him... from the people that loved him.
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> > The fear that gripped his heart slipped away, and the crushing chill lifted from his soul.
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> > "Cover the retreat" he said, first to himself, and then louder and louder until he was screaming across the battlefield. "Cover the retreat! Hold the line!" He turned and faced the hordes of the Parody Master, determination glowing in his eyes. "Push these bastards back!" He was not alone.
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> > The rallying cry grew and spread from platoon to platoon. The front line of the forces of Earth stiffened and, impossibly, held. With order restored, the massacre abated and the chance for escape was restored. From their view of the battlefield above, the Singularity Riders shrieked in rage as more and more of the tiny, furry animals spread out across the plain, breaking the grip of despair that had seized at humanity and restoring their will to defy the evil that advanced upon them.
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Subject: I loved everything about it other than having to go and edit a link in at the archived UT#301. [Re: Visionary continues cleaning out the hard drive...]
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> Private Anthony Liddle huddled within a crater in the churned mud of the battlefield, clutching his rifle and rocking back and forth. He could hear the Sgt. of his platoon screaming over the chaos that they needed to hold the line to secure the retreat, but all sense of order had left the Earth forces. The carnage was unfathomable as the Avawarriors pressed their advantage, chewing through humanity's lines with a vicious efficiency. Overhead, the screeching of the Singularity Riders upon their nightmare steeds wrung the hearts of even the most seasoned soldier, sapping the will to fight back. Despair and panic spread like electricity among the troops, and in that moment Private Liddle knew he was going to die wretchedly, horribly... and then all of the Earth would follow after him.
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> He lay there so consumed by his fears that his mind didn't even register what he was seeing at first, and even then the sheer incongruity of the sight was lost on his numb psyche. Picking its way down through the debris of the crater was a small fuzzy ball... a rabbit with plain brown fur and large dark eyes. It flinched as an Apache helicopter, engulfed in flames, scorched the air overhead... but it did not flee. Instead it merely came to huddle at the private's feet and share his makeshift foxhole with a solemn but expectant gaze upon him.
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> For the full accounts of the battle on the conceptual plane, see:
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