I have found a recollection of notes, letters and epitaphs regarding the Inkling and Octarians side of the Great Turf War, enough to write a book about it. I have decided to give it a title and share a bit of what I have written so far, along with a hand drawn picture.
Excerpts from "Our Great War" , talking about the first battles of The Great Turf War.
"...He turned back to see the battlefield he had been forced to evacuate from, as neighboring units were getting overrun. The metallic smoke of ink permeated the air of a drowsy tone. Some grazing shots laid in his clothes, not even a uniform. The attack came out of nowhere early in the morning. Whatever remained of the border patrols and first responders laid in the sky above, falling down on him as he caught his breath. He knew he had to keep...falling back. But his head and legs kept him in check for some seconds. The Octarians...they really were going all out. Nothing like this had ever happened before. And...those things...they were new. Impervious to ink, to his weapon. For all he knew, they had already lost. Yet, he kept walking, maybe out of desperation, horror, or maybe hope. He thought of food, sleep, and his mother. A nice hot meal and his mother giving him a hug. Some small tears formed in the edge of his eyes, partly due to the enemy ink clamping down on him. As he kept walking, he flared up of anger. The battlefield behind gave no show of slowing down. If he was caught in the open, chances were he would be splatted...and he didn't want to join his brothers and sisters just yet. Surely there was a force being assembled as he spoke, even if the Octarians had advanced so much. Surely, they could all live, and laugh and smile as before...it was not all lost...but he feared it would all be..."
Firedysc
History log 005
I have found a recollection of notes, letters and epitaphs regarding the Inkling and Octarians side of the Great Turf War, enough to write a book about it. I have decided to give it a title and share a bit of what I have written so far, along with a hand drawn picture.
Excerpts from "Our Great War" , talking about the first battles of The Great Turf War.
"...He turned back to see the battlefield he had been forced to evacuate from, as neighboring units were getting overrun. The metallic smoke of ink permeated the air of a drowsy tone. Some grazing shots laid in his clothes, not even a uniform.
The attack came out of nowhere early in the morning. Whatever remained of the border patrols and first responders laid in the sky above, falling down on him as he caught his breath. He knew he had to keep...falling back. But his head and legs kept him in check for some seconds.
The Octarians...they really were going all out. Nothing like this had ever happened before. And...those things...they were new. Impervious to ink, to his weapon. For all he knew, they had already lost.
Yet, he kept walking, maybe out of desperation, horror, or maybe hope. He thought of food, sleep, and his mother. A nice hot meal and his mother giving him a hug. Some small tears formed in the edge of his eyes, partly due to the enemy ink clamping down on him. As he kept walking, he flared up of anger. The battlefield behind gave no show of slowing down. If he was caught in the open, chances were he would be splatted...and he didn't want to join his brothers and sisters just yet.
Surely there was a force being assembled as he spoke, even if the Octarians had advanced so much. Surely, they could all live, and laugh and smile as before...it was not all lost...but he feared it would all be..."
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