War was a stressful time. It took the most out of you regardless of if you were fighting or not. Sleepless nights at home wondering whether or not the loved one you set off was still alive or not. It was tough to function with a distracted mind. It was tough to function with a distracted heart. Letters from abroad became more valuable than gold and were the only source of hope one could find. Those left behind felt worthless, to the confines of the storage room, or worse. Wondering if there would ever be a day that they would go forward and on to the battlefield.
At least they were not on the battlefield. The hell hole that they were spending their life. The great light beating down on them 24 hours during the day. The constant worrying that today would last, the constant striving for the past. When they had been in the confines of the storage room. They may not of felt a sense of pride back there, but they were safe. They were not in fear. Knowing what they know now, they could of lived happily in their past life, sepearted from the others and happy with the people they loved. But that was not an option anymore. There were only two ways that this ended. One was was preferred but neither were enjoyed.
That was the life they had been given however, the life of produce.
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The War of IGA
Captain Carrot sat in his chair reading over briefings and tactical drafts drawn up by his inferiors. Similar tactical drafts to the ones that won the battle of the Frozen Food aisle and got him promoted and out of the front lines. While he enjoyed his new position, at some times he wished he was still out on the front lines. The adrenaline could not be matched. You could see everything, you could feel everything.
A knock came at the door. A small pea entered the room. Private Pea was his most trusted subordinate. He had the best attitude and always spoke of his desire to go out into the battlefield. Unfortunately due to his size that would never be the case. Nonetheless Carrot saw him as a trusted attendant and perhaps even a friend.
"Captain Carrot," he said in a stern voice, "I come with news of the battle at the bakery. At first." He was cut off by a loud screeching noise. This buzzing noise indicated a breach in their base.
"Leave," Carrot said, "Hide you do not want to be found." With that the private left the room. Carrot opened his drawer and grabbed a sharpened toothpick. He was unsure whether the visitors would be taking prisoners of war but he was determined not to be one.
Screams of pain and agony were heard in the halls. A lot of the base inhabitants while recruited by the UAHF were not trained fighters. Depending on who the others had sent this could be a blood bath. As he heard footsteps approaching he slowly made his way to the door frame. After that silence. The captain was forced to hold his breath because he felt the sound was too loud.
The door burst open and three sugar cookies coated in protective vests and helmets charged through the door. The first one went down easy, a quick slit of the throat. This unfortunately caught the attention of the other two. They both donned loaves of overcooked french bread... hard as rocks.
Thinking quickly, the captain grabbed the fallen cookies loaf and used it to combat the first cookies strike. The other was fended off by his trusty toothpick. However the toothpick was not a weapon of strength, it was a weapon of surprise and the loaf quickly smashed it to pieces.
The carrot thought quickly. When the unguarded side was targeted he ducked and used his bottom to send the cookie to the ground. His partner could not hold up his strike and smashed both the helmet and that poor sugar cookie's cranium in one swing. Now there were just two. The captain dodged an agressive blow and got to his feat. The sound of two loaves being hit together at tremendous force was heard. The captain knew he could not match strength for strength for much longer. His toothpick lay in shambles beside him.
The cookie backed him up to the wall. He knew there was a window to his right and could lead to his escape. However so did the cookie as he adjusted his position and led him to the corner. Captain Carrot mustered all his strength into the the last couple of shots that his body could muster but they were to no avail. The cookie knocked the loaf from the carrots had and cracked a sinister smile as he lifted up the bread one last time.
He died with that smile on his face. As the cookie crumbled to the ground Captain Carrot saw the young pea holding up a toothpick of his own. The carrot nodded at his rescuer and could tell the pea had a new sense of confidence. They raced for the window, cracked open. The captain swung his body over and prepared to drop while the pea waited for his turn. The height frightened the carrot but he knew there was no turning back. He heard a loud swoosh and looked back. Private pea stared back at him with green juice squirting from his stomach. A plastic tag was protruding from his stomach. He watched as his friend fell to the ground. Behind him stood a menancing foe.
Commander Cookie Dough stood before a mess of a man. Brown dots covered his malformed body. A small square at top, with a larger circle below it. He gave the captain a wink as he reloaded his tag gun. The captain knew it was now or never. He gave one last glance to Private Pea and mouthed the words "I am sorry" before turning to the Commander.
"This isn't the end," he spat as he dropped from the ledge. After landing he quickly sprinted away dodging tags being shot all around him.
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A great deal longer
Captain Carrot was located in some sort of bunker watching the TV. The war was longer over, they had lost. The place he once knew as IGA had been taken over by the unhealthy scum of the world. The residents now called it... Hungary, a clever play of words that never seemed to amuse him.
On the screen President Pizza walked up to the podium. Off screen the carrot checked the time.
"This isn't the end," he smiled.
Sign Ups:
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Come one and come all. I tried really hard to think of a theme and this is the crap I came up with. There is no cap for sign ups, as of now I have 25 roles but have ideas for extra roles if you all turn out to be Hungary
"So, uh, what are we saying here? If we save LA from a nuclear bomb, then you and I can get together for dinner and a movie?"
