As I started to regain my senses, I realized I was being dragged. I tried to make out who or what was dragging me, but couldn't. I was still groggy from the fall, but I could notice they were human, so I didn't panic. After a few minutes I had my hearing and some sight back. I focused on the troops dragging me back, and realized they weren't troops at all, but instead they were some of the orcs. "Glad to finally see a few friendly faces" I said. "We could say the same thing." They replied. "Our main lines are getting pushed back, and their starting to flank the rear. If we don't do something soon, it's all over." One of them said. Every time I come up with a strategy, it gets thwarted not long after it's put into play. What do I do now? What I need is something completely new, a breath of fresh air. "Air." I said to myself. "Sir?" The orcs said. "Go and make as many poison gas bombs as you can, get some help too. If they won't leave our land willingly, we'll gas them out." I said. The orcs looked at me and ran off to start manufacturing the bombs. If this doesn't work, I don't know what else to do, I've tried almost every trick I have, but nothing seems to be working. It's like running around trying to catch something that's just a little bit faster. You know it could be hopeless but you try anyway because it's so close to being within your grasp.
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