"The monkeys seem to think that they are winning. I think this is absurd. Can any winner be decribed in a war where one side has practically infinite numbers. They also have gotten the idea that they are 'good' and we are 'evil'. This too is nonsense. How can one call themselves a hero in a war such as this. They concept war as their destiny. I concept this war as a war. They can never truly win, and we can never truly lose."- The diary of The Gravelord Lych
So, there I was, being swept up by a support chinook, being transported to a place and a war which I never wanted to go to. To top it all off I was crammed in with a bunch of crossbow monkeys and supply crates. In my hand I had a crossbow given to me by the sharpshooter next to me. It was probably one of the extras and the sharpshooter assumed it was mine because I did not have one. Of course, it was clearly NOT mine and I did NOT want to be here. I wanted to give the bow back, but I did not know how to. Also, something about holding the bow was very smooth, even though I had no clue how to hold it.
On any normal occasion I would be trying my hardest to immediately leave this situation. Apart from the fact I had already tried this and failed, the amazing view of the majestical mountains was enough to distract me from this. I had always just lived my simple life, only seeing these mountains that marked the borders between Monkeys and bloons from hundreds of miles away. But now, as we rapidly ascended through the air, I could see the snowcapped peaks in all their glory.
" These mountains keep the bloons only invading us in narrow choke points, despite their seemingly endless numbers." said the pilot of the support chinook, now seeming to act like a tour guide.
But alas, the view, like all good things, soon disappeared as we rose through the clouds, blocking out the sight of the mountains. We continued up through the thick clouds, rising dozens of meters every second. We were also heading forward now entering bloon territory, being the first land monkeys to do this in as long as anyone remembers.
"Welcome to the bloon airspace" said the pilot as we rose up over and out of the clouds. Up here the sun's light was blindingly bright. Out the window I could see the other chinooks rising through the clouds as we just did, followed by Quincy's special poperations. Again, I would be trying to get out of here as fast as I can, but the light of the sun was brighter and more elegant than any day I had ever seen in my whole life.
"How long till we are there?" shouted an eager crossbow monkey
" It's about four kilometers to the east. Should only be a few minutes till we are there." responded the pilot.
It was at this point I remember the purpose of the trip to the clouds. I had gotten caught away by all the views and sights and been too distracted to remember that we were here to pop an army of ZOMG's. So, I started to panic.
" Wait, wait listen up I'm not suppo-" But I was cut off by the pilot, " Yes, yes, I know you are excited, just wait a bit, you're almost there"
However, this was probably just an idea made by Quincy to boost the morale of the crossbow monkeys, so I was still slightly fine. This would most likely just be a free win. But as we approached the ZOMG's I felt fear but also curiosity. Upon the huge airship was a huge skull painted. They were huge, really huge. They were larger than the sun temples I had seen back home.
From this point, max level Quincy and the crossbow masters had enough range to start shooting and grinding through the ZOMG's, but it seemed like they wanted the crossbow monkeys and sharpshooters to start shooting. Then it happened. Waves of arrows, more arrows then I thought I would ever see in my life were launched toward the blimps, slowly mowing them down. First the sharpshooters, then the crossbow monkeys.
Now you think would a couple of good arrows could take down a blimp. After all the monkey's attempt at making an airship, the Hindenburg, fell and crashed because we put the wrong gas in it. But, no, you would be very, very wrong. It would take 2000 arrows if there was just crossbow monkeys to pop a ZOMG. Sharpshooters, however, double the damage of the arrows, shoot faster, and have mastered the bloon's weak spots, and do crits dealing 50 damage each sometimes. They also have extra pierce. However, this would still take 500-600 arrows to destroy. As a bank teller, I feel pain on how much this will impact the economy. Thankfully the Bloon Master Alchemist has found out a way to give them infinite ammo( don't ask me how it works )
I know, blimp hp makes no sense, take it up with the Bloons, not me. Meanwhile, Quincy and the crossbow masters are just sitting there, looking like moral support.
" Hey come on, start shooting some Bloons, don't be scared." says the sharpshooter who gave me the bow and bandana.
Since I am stuck here now, I thought why not, I have nothing to lose, I should try out the bow. So I pulled back the suprisingly light string, and let go. In that moment, several crossbow monkeys actually had to step out of the way because of how bad my aim was. Luckily, they had lightning reaction speed from their training and they were fine. I, however, almost fell down on my back, and dropped the crossbow on the ground. Why did I ever think trying that that was a good idea I thought to myself.
" Why were you holding the crossbow upside-down " commented one of the crossbow monkeys calmly, and for some reason I felt very irritated listening to them say that, even though I know they did not mean it in a smug way.
" I'll just sit back here in the corner and watch while you guys' fight, okay " I mumbled while taking a seat on a supply crate. Obviously, no one heard this, and I did not know what I had hoped to achieve by saying that, apart from needlessly saving myself from nonexistent embarrassment.
The crossbow masters and Quincy had started to shoot, their bows ripping through countless blimps in the blink of an eye, having now been bored with sitting there and doing absolutely nothing this whole time. This was a free win and was never meant to be used as an actual advantage in the war. It was to boost the morale of the monkeys, to show them the illusion that they were winning an unwinnable war. And it was working.
There was a huge cheer from all the crossbow monkeys and sharpshooters as the last few ZOMGs went down. And Quincy now went into yet another speech.
" You see this here today is proof we CAN. That the power of True Sun God has been blessed down to us to aid us today on our war on bloons. No matter what anyone says, remember today, for our victory is a steppingstone of a chain reaction that will turn the tides of the war. So far nothing has gotten past our bows, nothing, because we bow-shooters never miss. Now who here wants to stand with me, Quincy, son of Quincy in this stage of this war in which we monkeys shall prevail?!"
Another cheer from the crossbow monkeys, and this time even the heli pilots decided to join in.
And for me, I was just fascinated at this new experience of seeing the bloons for the first time. Will this change my life for the better or for the worse? I don't know. Will this even change my life?
I don't know...
Hello, author here. As you can see I made this chapter a lot slower than the first one. On the unlikely chance that someone is reading this, let me know if you like it slower or faster.
