Listen to the Blue Leader
The blue-uniformed soldiers are battered and weary, but nevertheless optimistic. Their eyes gleam as their leader speaks to them in tones of strength and power:
"Once more into the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our Dyspepsian dead.
In peace, there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger!
I see you stand like grayhounds in the slips,
Straining upon the start. The game's afoot:
Follow your spirit, and upon such foundation
Cry 'Dyspepsi -- the choice of a new generation!'"
With a cheer, the troops run up the hill to engage their enemy. The battle is costly, but in the end they emerge victorious.
In their celebration, they don't notice as you make off with one of their spare shields.
 | You acquire an item: Dyspepsi-Cola shield |
posted by Noel at 9:26 a. m.
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The leader of the red squad surveys his men, each of them dishevelled and downcast, weary from the tide of war that has turned against them.
"There's just too many of them!" wails a young soldier. "We should run now, while we've got a chance!" The others mutter their assent.
"Aye, fight and you may die," their leader says. "Run and you will live, at least a while. And dying in your bed many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance, to come back here as young men and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they can't beat the real thing!"
He raises a fist in the air, and shouts, "Always Cloaca-Cola!"
His troops, rallied, raise their swords with an excited cheer, and charge up the hill to engage their enemy. They fight bravely and well, but in the end, none are left standing.
Wiping a tear from your eye, you scavenge some spare clothing from a discarded backpack.
You acquire an item: Cloaca-Cola fatigues
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