Three soldiers wandered the forests, lost and completely clueless. They had abandoned their boat on the beach. They were sent out to go and get wood for a camp. The men in the warship would start to get uncomfortable after a lot of time, and they wanted to have room, and most importantly, to be on land.
"Captain! Um, you might want to see this!" Yelled Private James.
"For the last time, there's NO GHOSTS on this island!" Captain LeBlanc screamed.
"Uh, Captain, I believe the Private is correct."
"Oh so now your siding with the Private? Do you want me to transfer you to a different unit? Corporal?"
The angered Captain turned around and followed the Corporal to where the Private was standing. When they got there, the Captain lost his breath. It was as if someone punched him right in the gut. Where they were standing was located on a hill. And right below them, was a village. With large shacks and small shacks. Each made with poor craftsmanship. They looked like they'd collapse. And before them, was 75 or so large humanoid beings. Each armed with strong arms and legs.
"Private! Corporal! Draw your arms! We don't know what they are capable of. Private, run as fast as you can to the camp and warn the General! Corporal, your with me, we are going to kill every last one of these foul creatures!" And so the Private ran, and the Captain and the Corporal drew arms and attacked. With no mercy.
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The Great War of Giants
FantasyKing Anthony was a kind and fair king. Nothing out of the ordinary. But then he received news of a warship containing metals, jewels, and other supplies had sunk in the Pacific Ocean. Why had it sunk? Because irresponsible soldiers attacked unknown...
