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It was yet another serene Thursday evening for the Fighting Pacifists. It was one full of hope
and promise. The sun was setting upon the field filling the air with anticipation of the
game ahead. Surely this day was destined for victory.
It was set that the game was to be a late one. The mighty knights of the Fighting Pacifists set
out for a proper warm up. And what better practice ground is there than the enchanting
“End Zone”. Equipped with their burnt orange glistening armor they marched through the
welcoming doors of the magical kingdom of “End Zone”. The brave knights satisfied their
thirst with some delightful swill and joyful conversation. There were some bewildered
gazes going about from fellow knights of blue and black armor about this peculiar practice
before the battle. Still, spirits were high among each fighting Pacifist as they were
approaching the battle field.
And so the battle began… The Pacifists never met the “Balls to the Wall”, they were like
two wolves who also never met. Their rivals were all tall like a six foot three inch tree; they
had a hungry look like the one when you haven’t eaten in a while. High spirited Pacifists
took on the field first. There was much cheering and encouragement from the sidelines.
Soon the kick balls were bouncing around the field like maggots when you fry them in hot
grease. Pacifists were leaping, running, hurdling and rolling with much bravery. Quickly,
however, they were all grasped by a strong feeling of de-ja-vu. They were trailing once
again. As if they were all part of a movie but were buried in the credits as “First Short
Guy” or “Indian Chief #3”. Needless to say the Pacifists were feeling under pressure like
the last bit of toothpaste. After a brave fight the battle was over… and lost…
There was much jubilation, though a bit one sided. To smooth our battle scars the winners
shared some delicious pastries, which many of this world call cookies. Yet the Pacifists had
the need to reclaim their glory. And so back to the magical kingdom of the “End Zone” they
went. They rejoiced once again among knights of all flags about the round table. And
though the battle was lost, their spirits were soaring with hope. Surely one day VICTORY
will be theirs…