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The Wildomeu's Rain

ClannfearRock

on April 13, 2019

At first light the next morning, the forces of the low lives were already in formation before the broken city gate. Their ranks were larger now than they were before because of a constant influx of reinforcements in the night, and so expecting more of the same, when the attack began, focused on the A-Team, and the breach they guarded, they lunged forward with a battle shout that could be heard all the way to the hilltop, on which Wildomeu and his company of volunteers were dug in. And as the enemy line began to charge forward, Hotpants and the A-Team, bracing themselves for yet another push, were pleasantly surprised at the sight of enemy heads popping, from their left flank to their right. The entire front line, being decimated by the deadly accurate rain of sniper fire. Now, the low lives are tough, indeed. But they are also stupid. And so, not knowing where the enemy fire was coming from, they fell into a kind of disorder, and confusion, when what was left of the front ranks, turning around, fleeing into their own rear ranks. Who slayed many of them, for not continuing to advance. And so a great disorder erupted in the swollen ranks of the low lives. But the officers, working quickly, were able to restore some semblance of order, and once again, directed their charge towards the gate. The A-Team, seeing that all the stops have been pulled, realized that this was it. Once the enemy got under the walls, they would be out of the Wildomeu’s lines of sight. And then it would be an all-out brawl before the city gates. When at once this eventuality occurred, the A-Team, being fatigued from the slaughter the day before, and lack of sleep began to feel the brunt of the attack and for the first time began to wonder if they can hold back this final wave of low lives. When suddenly, a cry went up! A cheer from atop the walls! The company of allies from Tradertown finally show up! And so surprising the enemy on their rear, the freemen of Tradertown, attacked the low lives rear viciously, taking the pressure off the A-Team, and a regular pitched battle occurred before the very gates of the citadel. Hail to heroes, the good people of Tradertown did not let their boss down, so taking the focus of the battle off the gates, fighting now for their lives, as the low lives did. The outcome of which, could be anyone’s guess. Will the reinforcements from Tradertown save the day? Will all be lost? Will a low life sit on the throne of Trichomoniasum? Join us again, next time, to see the exciting continuation…of the battle of the void, of Hula Hoop.