Reaching a stalemate is actually far easier if both sides are equal in weaknesses and tactics.
However if even one has an edge, they are more likely to win.
It’s just a higher chance though.
Not guaranteed.
Just look at Germany.
And Germany again.
Brussia.
Amaricanas.
As it was said by the father of tactics,
“It ain’t joever till it’s joever!” – Sun Tzu, The Art of War.
Clearly the man said that.
Eventhoughiknownothingaboththeguybesidesthebookshaddup.
The ten fleet regiments are no longer again.
Sob.
I’m sobbing, really.
Was it a good idea for a charge?
Uh, no.
But you can always pretend it was a complete encirclement though!
Putting that aside, it was cr~azy.
Anywho, going back to winning, well defense is good.
But it’s not the only method.
Defensive
Defensive>Offensive
It’s like that.
I think.
I’m not a warmonger, how should I know?
Maybe I’m just feeling bored, but there's a sneaking suspicion there’s errors.
Wow his head is a shattered melon.
Like the disappearance of viewing.
It’s been like what?
Several years since I focused it onto myself?
It doesn’t stay very long on a single person.
Well I haven’t seen it stay for that long yet.
Maybe future me knows.
Tweedledee me won’t know.
They’re faces remind me of my awful habits. The bucket sits on my head with no restraint back then.
I suppose you can guess?
Life's a quaint mystery.
There can only be one planet with life in existence or more.
Ya neva know!
What’s your guess?
Mines just fiddlesticks. A matching of colour and imagination.
I unwrapped the sesame snacks and gobbled them viciously. They gooooood. I like em alot.
“Adrian you foool! How darest the home defense run out!” I said to the air.
Alright I don’t feel like it.
Real sticky when you have sesame snacks. Some water makes it go down better.
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Lightly snapping my fingers I pointed far out the horizon.
“Gotta make it hard.”
What’d I call it before?
Rightttt it was part of the not system.
“Ello Tommy!”
Wow. The man just silently watched me.
“Watch the way of the dinosaur Tommy.”
Since it has to be in character, the suitable colour is white, dark blue, grey.
I could count the colour of my skin and eyes, but lets limit myself for now.
The worn and dulled gray unraveled into amorphous liquid. Lifting up into the air and convalescing into a blob the size of a raindrop.
Shifting forms in the stasis.
Let’s have this one…
Fast?
Slow?
Eh I want it to be more exciting.
Big boom boom. Yeeess…. Yeeeeesss…!!
It changed to the ideal I wanted.
It looked the same on the outside. However the size ballooned to be a little smaller than one of those squishy squeeze toys in malls.
Uh might be a bit too big.
Oh well.
“...”
“You see, the world is unfair.”
Not even a second and it disappeared. The air pushed to the sides. Ah my hair.
“But what can you do? It is what it is.”
The colour of grey exploded. Just a gray horizon in the distance. Touché me. Touché.
Ah the wind again. I just fixed my hair.
“Sometimes we’ll just defy a bit for ourselves.”
“....”
“Is the flow your home Canis?”
His eyes changed.
I just walked back. No need to be so invested after all.
“Eh, what should I eat. Recommendation Tommy?"
Ah, I'm hungry.
Today's killing me I swear.
The legion commander came face to face with a bubble.
Rotating in place.
A blanking pale face against a storming grey.
The heat flaring in the legion commander's body was just a candle close to being snuffed.
What brought him here was consumed.
All that was left was the earth and a horse with a hole in it’s body.
Anything in it’s range was eviscerated.
Not a speck but the grey that was a storming barrier.
The severed hand on the ground spelled fate.
When could such a force cause this?
Impossible.
There was no one.
Just a helpless man in the field.
Staring at a grey bubble.
The bubble that ate the field headquarters.
How joyous.
The man fell asleep.
The wings of heaven unfurled.
Reminding the world of the master.
And in the eyes of The King, the light was insurmountable. Undefiable. Yet what had become of the heavenly master?
A grave in the yard for one of it’s limbs.
It was still powerful. Very much so.
But the height of the sky was much lower than it looked.
The flaunting heaven was no heaven.
Only a magnificent creature of the sky. Merely resembling divinity.
And if it proclaimed itself as heaven…
Even from afar, the grey struck the light and bared fangs. Mercilessly tearing the self proclaimed prophet.
Uncaringly shredding anything the size of an ant to it.
The King had in his reign seen the murky shadows. The plight of strife. Endless eccentricities in the name of etiquette, pride, grace.
It matters little when one's life faces the end.
Bargain, accept, deny.
Ultimately it lies in the hands of the executioner. The executioner commanded by the ruler of the verdict.
However sometimes…
It did not fizzle out. It stayed to show power. Arrogance to it’s very core.
In The King's reign, there is no light.
Heaven remains a myth. Used as a way to guide for correct behavior.
Far reaching to be saved.
To live in the grace of heaven.
The King will not be saved.
There was no heaven mandate designating him as the ruler.
Only a sinful man sitting.
Awaiting the end.
Withering with the end. But allowing a self appointed, who became the executioner?
Preposterous.
Few would take that kindly.
Such arrogance from a man who spoke erratically. But that arrogance was no longer from a man.
Many more graves will be added.
The Calamity was held in The King's hand. The King could order it so. Outside was proof of power.
It was a card The King decided to use as many times as needed. And the first step was already done.
The King's eyes gleamed with ambition.
Grounded, there was nothing but easy prey. The sky held the predators. Above was heaven.
Heaven that does not exist, will.