This creative writing story contains stories of war and killing, and at often times language. Read at risk.
*The Following information is not fiction and was created by me.*
It was quiet. Too quiet. General Steve "Mad" Bisoni and his Battalion were marching when all of a sudden a single bullet was put into his head. Silence. He fell over, and an ambush of a Regiment of unknown enemies emerged. His Battalion went down with a fight. Two hours later, 940/1800 ambushers left, leaving behind them lifeless bodies. *** Four months had passed and Lt. General Chadwick was just named lead General. He held in his control over 300,000 men and women. At his side were a couple of people. Capt. Tanshin and Capt. Kevin “Fox.” His first words were something along the lines of ‘I promise each and every one of you, we will find the enemies responsible for Bisoni’s death. We will stand up to the evil beings of our world.’ At that moment a new light had broken through the clouds of evil cast down upon this war-filled tyrannical country. General Chad had many accomplishments ahead of him, bad times, deaths, and traitors.
With in a few weeks, Chad only had a handful of Majors and two newly promoted Colonels. These two were Luke "Ike" Mastiff, and April "Hazel" Wisker. Chad had already won his first battle at Mt. Ninland, a main border between NintendoNerds (NN) and Nintendoland (NLA) lands. Chad's main Division (12,000) was reinforcing the weary NN. Size wise, it was pretty matched: 20,000 NAS and NN fighting 18,000 NLA, approximately. It was after this battle that Chad promoted Ike and Hazel. Ike and Hazel each took two brigades (4,000) and Chad took the last two brigades. Each took a different route and was going to meet back at their nearest camp. Two days later Chad reached their base. Sergeant Major Cube, head of the base at the time, reported no signs of Hazel or Ike. Chad gave them another 5 days before he would start to worry, as they may have faced problems (blocked paths etc). *** Three weeks had passed. No sign of Hazel or Ike. Three more battles were fought, Chad loosing all three. With all hope last, he withdrew from the base, 13 miles east from where the Battle of Ninland took place. (NN had withdrew a week after; NLA was becoming a bigger and bigger threat) Now they were on a dangerous path: barely one brigade Chad took with him was left, and only one Battalion (750) was at the camp. In total he was taking just under 3,000 men on a journey to the Under Tree Enlisted (UTE), one of the last havens, and home of the NAS HQ. The journey would not be easy however, as Sonic Land (home of many Sonic armies). They had to transport 2,954 soldiers over 400 miles.
Day 1, 12 miles from abandoned camp. So far times have been rough. Where 104 soldiers have been recruited, 32 have been lost. Ever so often do we find wandering nomads. Armed nomads. However, they either join us or keep walking. Rarely do they fight back. The main problem is running into squads (8-24) of deserters who fight back so they aren’t put to death for deserting. However the roads are heavily fortified with thick woods and ditches on either side. So far none have done major damage. All squads have been mercilessly killed, for deserting and resistance. The next minor safe spot is yet another 24 miles away and we slowly march, at the rate of 30 miles a day.
Day 2-3: 36 miles from camp. It’s been another day; we marched all night, and rested for roughly 7 hours before marching again. We reached a weapons base of Nintendo Fan Forum (NNF), a neutral army. They took us in and are giving us shelter and a hot meal. However, something seems suspicious. Within two hours, most people had bathed, ate a hot meal, and are fast asleep inside the cabins they offered us. Its nice to have plumbing for a change, as finding a bush started to get annoying. (Tanshin will always and forever use outhouses thought!) Just as I thought, they made a move after we had been there three hours. They quietly sneaked into our cabins and took our rifles, leaving behind one or two with a few rounds. Then a noise went off. What it was, beats me, but it was loud enough to wake me up, along with the rest of us asleep. Outside, everyone was standing around talking. Then a gun shot went off, and we fell silent. The guy in charge at the base ordered us to leave, weaponless, or we would die. I noticed a few stray weapons purposely placed outside our cabin. Falling into the trap, I grabbed one. What I did wasn’t part of their plan however. I pulled a Colt Peacemaker (yes, a handgun dating back to the 1860s. Its reliable and has great accuracy) and put bullets into the leader’s head. Everyone started to disperse grabbing what they could and attacked. I grabbed everyone in my cabin and we went back inside. Thankfully, most of them had a stockpile of side arms and extra ammo. They were quick to defend though, rapidly shooting confused soldiers. Chad just happened to be someone who followed us into my cabin, and gave us a prayer before we started fighting. ‘God, in this time of struggle, we ask that you help us in fighting these evil men. We really need your help to give courage to our brave men,’ he said. We all responded with an ‘Amen.’ However, he wasn’t down talking. ‘Men, we are fighting till the death. If we die, let us die with honor. Now let’s serve our NAS proudly!’ he screamed before going into the mess outside. 50 rounds later the fighting slowed down. NNF started to retreat. Although we were now down below 2,600 we had managed to eliminate over half of the NNF there.
Day 3: 36 miles from camp. It’s been about two hours and barely any of the NNF occupying the base are left. They managed to kill over 400 of us though. Those who are left fighting have raised a white flag, they surrender. We have managed to get most of the enemy down. They finally realized we were armed and fell back. About only 1 *** Among the remnants, there were maybe 450 soldiers. Among them some wanted to join us. These included Wayne “Wheat.” Among the captured was Ike. When Chad approached him, he pulled out a pocket knife and attacked Chad. Before he got close, Cube got in the way. For being a brown belt, Ike looked like a defenseless kid fighting Cube. Chad interrupted after a few moments. He questioned what Ike was doing with the NNF and what had happened to his brigades. He just spat at Chad. Then Chad told Cube to finish him off. Ike was knocked out, then shot. When it came to people like this, Chad was merciless. “So much for that being a safe spot,” Cube said as they marched away from the base. *** Day 4: 45 miles from camp Its been about ten miles since the NNF base. We haven’t ran into much resistance. We came upon a small camp of nomads. There was maybe 75 of them. They agreed to join us. Among them was a guy who was nicknamed “Hylian,” Michael “Shock,” Andrew “Dragon,” Bill Grooms, and Rachel Fanta. We have made up a chunk of those who fell at the NNF base. We have even more self-confidence in reaching UTE now, and march on with pride (in a good way). We pray the following path will be safe.
Day 6, 85 miles from the camp With Ike dead, we wonder what happened to Hazel. Fanta, Cube and Shockwave, three of our best, are doing very good. However, with good there’s bad. Wheat is overshooting the enemy. Another guy, Scott King, was too, but has stopped. It’s a waist of bullets and time. Right now we have around 2,730 soldiers, and only a mere 13 officers. For usually with every 1,000 enlisted soldiers there are at least 20 officers, give or take. We approached the top of a hill, with a NLA base at the bottom. We sent down someone to negotiate (they noticed us), a Cpl. Christian ‘Pops.’ However as he came back up, hell broke loose. He fell back down the hill, bullet to the head. Then more men started dropping. With quick thinking, we defended ourselves and dropped down to snipe. We were both in bad positions; them in the open, us in as easy pickings (laying down facing the enemy… head shots are easy). After an hour, I heard Fox yelling. He had been moving and was shot in the side. The guy who shot him was pelted with bullets after. Realizing something, Shockwave stood up, taking bullets by the clips. With no sign of pain, he returned fire. To the right of him was Fanta, and then Cube. The heart of the NAS fighting was right there; Shockwave, the bulletproof, Fanta, the agile and stealthy brains, and Cube, the muscle. By nightfall we had them. They surrendered. We took there food, supplies, and any ammo, and move don. With a great victory, we lost many souls including Dragon, and around 40 others.
We kept on, marching into a seemingly hopeless road, but overcame every obstacle we faced.
Chapter 6: A brighter road Day 8, 101 miles from camp, NN Medical Base We came upon an NN Medic Base. It was very ironic, but no one cared. They took us in and helping the injured. Shockwave is getting bullets removed, Fox is in deep surgery. The bullet hit his left kidney. When the medic in charge came out, he said chances of survival are slim. Lets hope God answers are prayers. Meanwhile, Chad, Cube, Fanta, Tanshin, and a few others were in a tent discussing war strategies and what their next move was going to be. Everyone was fast asleep. NintendoNerds, General-in-chief of NN, has proved himself worthy of being our best ally. Sure, he isn’t even at this base, but he is still a great guy. *** Day 10, 101 miles from camp, just outside of NN Medical Base It’s nearing day break, and we are readying to depart. We have already traveled 100 miles. Two medics with supplies and extra ammo are being sent with us, courtesy of the base. As for Fox, he is still under. They are going to be transporting him to there next base, some 250 miles East from here. So we will not have any new info on his status. A nomad, who goes by Toad, is now talking with Chad. According to him, he has forces of over 500 men. They are not a Battalion from any army, just a group of traveling nomads. “So are you and your men able to help us out?” Chad asked. “Sure, as long as you provide shelter-“ he started, then looked light headed. He collapsed, but thankfully Tanshin was there to catch him. He laid him down, and the medic came over. He reached for a pulse, and as he was Tanshin noticed his hands were covered in blood, as were the medics. Toad had been shot. Then Cube yelled out. A line of some army was there and had fired into us. He has taken a bullet to his chest, in the area of a lung. Chad had also been hit in the right forearm. 4 others had been hit, and another few grazed. No one died right there though. We were just on the outskirts of the base, so not many NN guards were there to help. However, we outnumbered them 2,643 to 50. In the end, we ended up loosing 2 and none of them survived to see it. The medic said Chad would be fine, but his right arm would be useless for a few days, maybe a week. But there was no news on Cube. A stray wanderer, armed, came over and nearly being shot by Tanshin, asked to join us. He noticed the skirmish and wanted to help out. His name was Josh “Bball” Ten minutes later, everyone was knelt down in prayer for Cube, Fox, and the others who were injured.
Day 11, 156 Miles from camp Everyone was wide awake. Cube was still being cared for, and Chad needed attention too, for he had got a cut in his right leg when he lost his footing. But he wouldn’t let the medic treat him. “There are people who have worse injuries than me and aren’t being cared for. Take care of them first,” he protested. All day and into the night was the medic caring for Cube, who just laid there motionless. If you didn’t know any better, you’d assume he was dead. By morning, just about everyone was passed out. The medics, volunteers, and those injured were all in the back of three covered trucks. Everyone else was on foot, save a few on horsebacks, such as Chad. Everyone was up and marching on within a few minutes. At around 6 they stopped for a water break. The medic came out from one of the trucks, with his head hung low. No one dared ask what happened. He walked over to Chad. He whispered something into Chad’s ear, and Chad looked shocked. Everyone just stood there watching. “Everyone, listen up. I have an announcement,” Chad started. “Earlier today a telegram came into us from NN concerning Fox. His life signs were picking back up, but then he had a seizure. Something caused a reaction from the medicine. He went into a comma shortly after. The bullet that hit him grazed a main blood vessel, and the medicine that was going to treat the wound worked its way inside and caused some kind of reaction, which led to the seizure.” At this point, Cube limped out, bloody and bandaged. He had just came back to his senses and was able to stand up. He shouldn’t, but the medic was going to dare tell him not to. He’s OK, but can’t fight in the front lines. This would be a tough spot to fill. *** Day 11, 168 miles from camp Cube was sitting in the back of one of the trucks helping out the medics. Chad was up front on horseback. Everyone else was marching. Chad came to a sudden halt. He heard something. Everyone did: footsteps. A grenade came out of the bushes, followed by more. Everyone dispersed into different directions, Chad trying to direct traffic. It didn’t work. On the other side of bushes were lines of enemy fighters. Cube grabbed a rifle, grenades, and anything else he could carry and went into battle. He managed to take out over half of the one line out on his own. And he used more than bullets; he literally beat the living snot of some of them. Fanta was also cleverly placed, sniping out enemies ready to shoot. He managed to get together maybe 600 men. Chad was no where to be seen. They fought on and then when most hope was gone, fell back and retreated. Thankfully, they were not followed.
Day 12, 170 miles off camp It’s been about 12 hours since the fighting began. Cube has managed to pull together 500 or so men. However, he found another 500 some dead. Chad, Drew, and Shock had not been found. Fanta, Wheat, Hylian and a few among officer ranks were there. The new guy, Bball, had taken two grazes. He is fine, but is running his mouth about it. Before, there was a handful of medics and a dozen volunteers. Now, we had two medics and 5 volunteers. The other medic and three volunteers had been found dead. The last 4 volunteers were no where to be found. Cube didn’t give up the search for a few more hours. Most of the attackers were dead, or had retreated. Finally, he proclaimed Chad, Drew, Shock, and the others to be MIA’s (Missing In Action). “Men, take a good hard look around you. This is what is left of our once great Elite Division. And we can only suspect the worse for the rest of our army,” Cube had to stop to wipe tears. For a man who looks so tough to be tearing up means its really bad. “At this point, I will take command of our forces, 512 able to fight and bear arms, and will continue to do so until someone of high command is found.” No one dared to object, plus they all felt confident about him leading. “From now on, anyone who even looks like they are going to do something, whether it be spit in our direction or give a dirty expression, will be shot,” he finished. This was what was left. What can they do? What will they do?
Day 14, 183 miles from camp. It’s been hard, too hard. We just came upon a wounded guy, named Wesker; he said he knew important information, Cube and the other officers were gathered to listen. Wesker belonged to NAS, and he was a great sniper and support gunner. However, he quickly deserted due to private reasons which were unknown, and became a wander. He approached NAS ironically right after they split. He figured he would help out since he had deserted and all. He was great friends with Shockwave, and saw him, and followed him. Shockwave was taking more bullets than he was firing. Something was up though, as he was slowly coming to a stop. He eventually stopped. The bullets were coated with something. It was slowly eating through the tough outer bulletproof skin layer. Wesker at this point hid about 5 yards behind him, unnoticed. A TCS soldier at this point came out, as the attackers were TCS, and had some modified Benelli. It had armor piercing bullets. The guy put two clips in Shock’s way, one missing and one hitting. At this point Wesker shot the gun, and it was rendered useless. The guy threw it aside, and pulled out a .45ACP and started shooting at Wesker. One hit him in the left side of his chest. But a bullet to the neck ended him bothering anyone. “I’ve told you all I know. Please, please put me out… I can’t manage the pain. And I have no where to go,” Wesker pleaded. Cube looked over at Fanta. She nodded her head. “Thank you,” Cube said. It was the last thing Wesker heard.
*** King was chosen as a scout. He traveled maybe 50 yards ahead of the formations. He took out any guards. They were in TCS territory. Anyone and everyone was an enemy. And they had no time to bother with fighting. Within a few hours everyone was used to coming upon dead bodies and hearing people yell out in pain.
Day 15, 193 miles from camp We have found 3 more NAS survivors. We haven’t lost anyone though, and Cube says King is the reason. Speaking of King, he has been doing really great as a scout. Very rarely (maybe 1 in a 100) does anyone live to make it to the formations. So we keep marching on, hearing King occasionally shoot TCS soldiers. *** We came upon a mini camp with about 20 men. They surrendered without a fight. Shockwave was in one of the tents, barely alive. When the medics got to him, he was about dead. Thankfully, they both knew CPR. They were able to save him after 30 seconds or so. Everyone cheered. The first Benelli round had put holes easily through his first layer of skin. The second layer did nothing but slow the bullets down. The third layer was able to hold, except in three places where the bullets penetrated into him. However, all bullets were able to be removed. After they were, the skin started healing and within a day he was completely healed. Shaken up, but healed. Cube for the most part is back to being 100%. The medics say he should still take it easy though. “I remember seeing Chad break off before everyone else did. I followed him to find out we were being ambushed. He must of sensed it or something. I don’t know, it was rather suspicious… then I remember feeling stinging pain, and noticed my outer skin layer was practically defenseless. Then I was shot down. I blacked out and woke up and was being dragged. I went unconscious almost right after and woke up right before you guys came. *** We pushed onward. At daybreak we stopped and rested, for King had been scouting ahead without much rest for more than 12 hours. When we started to march again, a grenade came out of no where at the rear of the ranks. The soldier quickly kicked it back, and it exploded a second after. About a dozen men collapsed then, victim to bullets right after. The enemy wasn’t anywhere easily seen. Wheat came out from his truck and a bullet hit his coffee cup. He fell over, as the cup did nothing to stop the bullet. It hit him under the right lung. King came out, pulled out an M16 and had an urge to shoot. He did so, and a TCS soldier fell. He shot again. You might say another one bites the dust. King realized he had the ability to lock on to any enemy within range and shoot and kill him. He couldn’t even see the enemy. It was his time to shine. He could save them. And he did so.
Day 15, 193 miles from camp King alone was taking out 8 of every 10 enemy fighters. These too were TCS. King knew this, but most others didn’t. They retreated, and we moved on. We came upon a clearing only to witness a Helicopter get blown to smithereens. Fanta noticed three TCS… a bazooka and two support gunners. Fanta shot all three. Another helicopter came shortly after. They were NAS. They had come from the HQ to give news. Out came Kamikazee, a new Captain, who was recently picked up. Following him was a Section of heavy Assault fighters. “Sergeant Major Cube, by order of High Command of NAS, well those who are left, you have been promoted to Sergeant Major of the Army. Congratulations. And you also have news from –“ Kamikazee said, but his eyes widened and he fell back, dead. Cube should have seen this coming. Cube was then shot in the leg, knelt down in pain, and took another hit to the abs/stomach area. From the West came a Regiment of fighters clothed in blue. With Cube down and Shockwave unable to fight, and being outnumbered, Fanta took over and put up a white flag.
Day 16, 196 miles from camp Cube had been fatally injured, and it didn’t help that he wasn’t back to 100% from his last injury. The Medical Doctor (M.D.) at the base said he had slipped from life for maybe 16 seconds, but they were able to bring him back. But he went right into a comma. We were at some place. It was really fancy, guards were at every door armed with shot guns, and another trio of guards made rounds with M16s. At every door were computer controlled 50 cals. The walls looked to be reinforced iron, something you don’t see often due to its immense strength. This was not an easy base to break in or out of. Whoever these guys are, they mean business. A guy wearing green, with official written on the arm, came to Cube’s holding cell. He asked the M.D. what his conditions were. Then he went to the room where everyone was being held. Shockwave and Cube were the only not present here. No one knew what happened to Shockwave, if he managed to break out or was being held in his own room, or had died. *** The Official asked to see the Officers. He questioned all of them repeatedly. They simply answered with the truth. They had nothing to loose. Cube was leading them, and they had no idea what was of the rest of their army. “I am the head Official of this base. We are a new army, called Nintendo Rocket. We were not responsible for deploying the helicopters, shooting the Capt., or the shooting of Cube. My name is Resurgence. You are being held at a Light Base Fuel Depot,” Resurgence started. “I only imagine what a Heavy Base is like,” Hylian wondered. “Believe me, its intensely fortified. Anywho, we brought you here for your safety, and would like to be your ally. We only confined you in case you were war filled or are bad asses. And one more thing; you guys are NAS right? We found on of you about three four days ago. Hey!” He called to the guards at the door. The door opened and first a guard came, followed by some guy who looked like he has been to hell and back. No one recognized him until they showed Fanta what he was wearing when they found him. You could make out ‘CAPT TANSHIN NAS’ and when Fanta saw this she gasped. It was the long lost Tanshin.
Day 17, 196 miles from camp After finding Maj. Tanshin, we were able to cross him out on the Be on Look out (BOLO) list. Only a handful of men were left. We assumed there was probably only another 350 or so soldiers left from when we split off. We had been along the lines of 500 with us, and we had found around 1,000 of ours dead. That doesn’t leave too many left, maybe 1,000. But with the lands we are in… The Nintendo Rocket Army (NRA) has decided to resupply us and escort us to the edge of their base lands, which was a series of 4 bases surrounding a minor HQ, which is a sly 20 more miles east. So for another day we shall be safe. Each night everyone prays to God for the greater good of Cube, Fox, and Shockwave, those injured or not with us, and for the country in general, and the rest of NAS. *** Day 18, 202 miles from camp We’ve marched 200 miles from the camp. Its been a long journey, but we continue on. We are under an escorting NRA through and outside each camp in the NRA lands. Theres the minor HQ surrounded by four key bases; Fuel, Ammo, Communication, and Food. Once you pass outside of the grasps of these bases are NRA camps. In between each camp is a no-mans land. You only get escorted through and just past each camp. At the edge of all this is a series of two walls which protect everything from outside attacks. The radius of the total NRA lands here is 15 miles; we have 10 miles before we reach the outer walls. We had just passed on from the grasps of the Food Supplies base and were at the mercy of the unknown. It’s a mile to the next camp on this trail. All of a sudden, out of the blue, something exploded. The magnitude was so great it seemed only 100 yards from us, where it was really 9 yards. Seconds later a tank division guarded by a Corp passed by, heading towards the explosion. Fanta asked what happened. The NLA and NFF joined up, and were deciding to wipe everyone else out. We were stunned, but continued marching on after everyone had passed. When we finally made it there, three hours we were truly shocked. Defenders were everywhere guarding their lands. But NLA were pouring in. It turns out it was a whole Army (100,000-150,000) of NLA attempting to get past the NRA’s defending Corp.
Day 18, 202 miles from camp Tanshin split up the NAS Battalion into 2 Companies. He took command of one, and Fanta of the other. They had fallen back about a half mile from the break in. Fanta’s Company, which was called Echo Company, went off to the North of the break in to attack from there. Tanshin led his Company, the Ace Company, South of the break in. *** We moved swiftly and silently. Our pistols were silenced. Any enemy we saw was shot dead, no exceptions. We couldn’t afford to be spotted. When we came to bigger groups, stun grenades did the trick. As the Echo Company moved into position, the Ace (under Tanshin’s command) Company was already in position. Around 25% of the NLF (NLA/NFF) attacking had been wiped out. Where they had the numbers, we had the strength. At first it was 122,000 breaking into an area being defended by 43,000. Now it was about 90,000 against 39,000 defenders. A mini break in was attempted around the Ace Company. A Major came in followed by a Company. Ace Company obliterated them mercilessly. Before the Major went down, he pulled out a Rocket Launcher. He was shot dead as he pulled the trigger. It altered the shot. The rocket went straight up, and over into the main fray. It blew up in the dead center of the field. There was a small hold fire, but it didn’t last long. Meanwhile, Echo Company was moving into position. They got into 4 lines. As soon as they started firing, a good 1,000 NAF fell. Back at Ace Company, Tanshin left Reggie in charge for the time being. For Shockwave, Hylian, King, and Wheat had disappeared. And Tanshin had been informed, that with with the NAF, they had more men than every other army combined. NAS had 290,000 soldiers left, NN around 500,000 (they lost over ¾ of their army), TCS had a staggering 1,300,000. NRA led them with 1,650,000. NAF had in control over 3,540,000 personnel able to fight.