Day 4 of Many.... All is quiet on the front. Barricades have been set up and all warning signs have been placed at the bottom of the hill. Only a fool would try to claim this hill from under my command. Blessed be my stack of cheese. May it guide me though the troubling times I sense is ahead. Mayhaps just of a small taste....

I've been marching through this wretched wasteland for days now. But I can finally see the hill on the horizon. It looks heavily fortified... Luckily I have my long land pattern brown bess musket that fires .75 solid lead balls at 4 rpm and with a muzzle velocity of 305 m/s. Nothing will be able to stop me with this! I shall conquer the cheese and icrease the power of The Empire Of Steven! Now to form a plan of attack...

Hark! Infantry spotted off the port bow! Abort, Abort! Ready the hounds! Fire the flares! Bury the hatchet with the water under the bridge! With this castle primed with tnt, I surrender it to the void. My cheese not long for this world, I sacrifice it for the greater good. Should a piece remain; shall it service the people for generations to come. And may the rest please the gods enough to grant me strength. You who darest take-ith my cheese-ith; with exploding fire nipping at my backside I charge at you with a furry known to no man. AAHHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHH >:O!

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A flaming cheese just rolled past the bush I was hiding in being chased by an explosion

Spy out