We Are SO Delicifresh!

The battle raged, the firing of the guns roared, and all throughout the valley of hatred and destruction, the dying screams of the valiant echoed, the mournful pleas of those asking for death to wait just one more day. But then the battle turned, and the enemy retreated, the allies keeping straight on their heals.

This was a mistake...

A blazing, blinding, burning light came over the hill. Enemy air support had arrived. Now, not only did they have numbers and terrain, but aerial support. Few allies remained. Those that did hid in the valley. For 3 days they hid, but on the 4th day, they rose. A group of only 2 had survived, but being heavily out-numbered couldn't contain their fury. They had a literal need to avenge their fallen bretheren. The battle was quick and decisive as the allies slashed and hacked at the enemies with nothing but bayonets taken from the end of their guns. In no more than 1 hour, at fleet of 5,000 had been reduced to bloody remnants of soldiers fighting for a broen and battered cause. And throughout the valley, and new cry echoed, the one remaining sound that could be heard for miles, emanating across the land...

Delicifresh...