The Chronicle of His Holy Nick

The 4th Battalion

It is a glorious day, the army of the blasphemous has been but defeated. The blasphemous Archer, firmly confined within the halls of his holy nick, General Campbell, defeated, and fled to the distant mountains, due to his treacherous and failed rebellion. The Followers of the Blasphemous Ones, though boasting in number, lacks in structure, within leadership, and the will to achieve greatness. Time has returned to the golden ages once more, to the time when fear is not dominating. It resembles the initial formation of the empire, of great prosperity, of great status, and of great flourishment. The New Empire is superior to its elder parts. The Eldred abomination, though parts of set still lingers, poses no more threat.

But The Empire did not heed. Nick, with his glorious thought, of his wise speculation, and omnipotent talent, decides to punish the sinners. He will let no blasphemous ones to continue to exist, no more opposition to oppose his glorious regime, and no more hazards to linger within the glorious empire. Thus, he have send me, a lone warrior, who is willing to prove of his worth, who is willing to serve for the Empire, who is willing to dedicate all to Nick. Our Great and Grand Savior, have blessed me, have giving me strength, our troops sustenance in the mind, our enemy fear within the heart. The 4th battalion of his holy nick boasts strength in numbers and power in belief. Yet, they are not trained, not armed, and not experienced. I asked his holy nick: The Omnipotent Nick: Though our moral be high, our troops be many, but lack be our equipment, few be our experience, and scanty be our rations. How come victory be seized? His Holy Nick replied: Your response be reminiscent to an old friend of mine who is no more. An old foe who is but banished. But fear not enlightened one. Though restrictions you face be valid, the enemy you face be capable, but faith shall compel you to greatness. The first army of Nick is capable to seize its victories in all adversities, within the claws of the old world. So too can you, my child, be capable to bring glory to the empire. But if you insist, the troop be yours. Train them. Arm them with items you desire. The Vault within the halls is open for you.

And so come our training. Our man, though reluctant, holds no opposition. The trail be difficult, the process be arduous, but persevered they do, and behold, one of the greatest army within his Holy Nick, only to be rivaled by the 1st battalion. Two thousand years of oppression of the old world, of the stunt within development have failed to stop our army within its tracks. We are armed, capable, and willing. With artilleries we are well furnished, tanks we boast in numbers, planes and missiles be plentiful. Our Submersibles be stealthy, our ships be unsinkable. Stopped we shall not be!

Soon, his glorious nick has called upon us. He bellowed to his crowd and his citizens: My glorious and Righteous subjects. I am proud of what has been done and what is to be done. But a thread still looms over. The Army of the blasphemous one still persist. Now, it is with great privilege that I shall inform you of the second coming. Today, the 4th Battalion of his holy nick shall come forth and commit that of a great conquest, that the remnants of his not righteous ones shall be but obliterated. And thus our man, our glorious infantry, with high morals and great abilities, marched forth to conquer the unrighteous one.

The Unrighteous Army of the Campbell Stood no Chance. Our grand Army have obliterated them. They have flee, they have shown minimum resistance. Their will have been shattered. Now, with our great battalion, one have become unstoppable. Now, to Reap the reward, to harvest the fruits of fruition from our hard labor. Into the Chambers where Campbell resides, into the storage room where all of the riches awaits. We pillaged and plunder. The Wealth has been all but seized. All but one has been seized. General Campbell, who be the epidemy of blasphemy, of betrayal, is nowhere to be seen or witness. He have fled. And so we chased, and we have ended up within the White Lord's chamber.