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A story in 55 words |
| Spoils of War by Barlock Across the battlefield I stare, looking for weakness in their defenses. They're wearing red and the color ignites my hatred. I run zigzags through enemy territory. Then...the bomb. The Reds see it too and they scramble! Wide eyes look up from beneath a sea of helmets. The bomb finds its mark. Touchdown! We win! |