Some months ago
When life was slow
And all the world a yawn
I found a site
Made everything right
The game of battledawn

And now...

I'd rather play 'dawn
Than mow the lawn
Or grow sweetcorn
Or tease a prawn
Or eat some quorn
Or shoot a fawn
With my sawn-
Off shotgun

I'd rather have fun
With tanks
And give thanks
To the world of battledawn

The poet has spoken
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Earth. But not how we used to know it. 15 years after the mysterious alien race known as the 'Nataisa' saved humanity and every living being on Earth from certain extinction.. We have gone back to our greedy human ways.

Wars rage throughout the planet, with 'warlords' as they are known building their colonies in strategic locations, and researching military hardware, or sending out scouts to find old weaponry stashes, at an alarming rate. The colony I have been forced to reside in is self sustainable too.. Which makes it all the more scary. Everywhere I've been in this hellhole of a place, led only by a power hungry psychopath, has been used for military purposes. My family and I fear for our lives. We are meant to be 'protected'.. but does protection mean sleeping outside in the cold, while professors take our houses and research new ways to kill people? Does it also include only eating these new fruits the Nataisa left.. which are meant to cause neural degeneration in humans? No. We need to get out of this place.

But unfortunately only the 'warlords' have absolute control. In teams of 10, they strive to collect these mysterious old but technologically advanced ships, known as 'relics.' They will stop at nothing to get their prize. These relics apparently hold the key.. the key to rebuilding Earth.

its sunday

The commands have been issued, traps laid, and troops moving to engage the formidable, war hardened and tested, veteran army, all there is left to defeat the most difficult enemy yet, time. The never ending battle between my logical thought process and my unsystematic and agitated brain under pressure, making me question my every move, every decision. As the seconds inch by, the stress mounts, my head throbs, the clock moves closer to the 00:00. Tearing me apart inside as the fate of an army locked at war for hundreds of years. Thousands of souls lost in skirmishes down to this one decisive battle that will either push my armies to the horns of victory or down into cries of men as they lay dying, rotting, in the scorched earth amongst the battlefield littered with decrepit tanks and vehicles from a previously raging battle accepting defeat. “Will it all be for nothing? My work, passion, and time…wasted? Will my men die in vain? Or will my legacy live on forever?” All these questions linger, incessantly questioning my sanity why I began this epic adventure in the first place. Nothing could have prepared me for the lessons that I have been taught from this epic adventure seeming to last a life time. As I continue into the darkness, down the isle of death, destruction, and despair, I see a light, a glimmer of hope, a reminder as to why I play the most ambitious strategy game of all time.

most of these posts are not stories.. just compositions about bd

We will let the judges decide

Yeah and most of them are over 250 words

Mines under

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The winners will be announced sometime this week and tokens awarded promptly after that.

Good Luck to all

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