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Parallel World War
Wrote that last week. I had the idea of inter-parallel-dimension-wars.
Then I got stuck.
“Are you bloody mad putting dragons against those tanks?!” Neil bellowed across the room.
“They’ve got thick hides.” Kuroga shrugged. “They’ll survive.” His tail swung around, knocking over a bookstand.
“They are dragons!” Neil said through clenched teeth.
“So?”
“THEY EAT PEOPLE!”
“So?”
“So? They’ve eaten my fucking squadron!”
* * *
“Do you have anything to say for yourself?” Mira asked.
“No.”
The prisoner looked bad. His clothes were ripped rags, barely covering anything. His body was covered in dark blood, and his paws hung limply by his side.
But he was still scowling defiantly.
* * *
“We got incoming gargoyles at E3. I repeat, we got incoming gargoyles at E3.”
“Damn!” Alei turned around, jumping forward to the videophone. His hands were shaking, and he had to retype the number
twice.
“This is control-left, we got gargoyles at E3! We got gargoyles, need backup fast!”
“Negative.” The was no video, and the voice was barely heard above a great roar “Retreat."
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