Part One: Sneak Attack

In one of the darkest moments in American history, Chili launched a surprise attack from the rear of our defenses. The success of the coup has led cynics and optimists alike to believe that it had to be an inside job. The desturction was far reaching, and the rebuilding will take hundreds of man hours. The waste of this horrific attack is a devastating reminder of exactly how vulnerable we are, especially when we're over confident. Our cocky irreverence and our paralyzing pride have weakened our stronghold against matters such as this by creating an air of indestructability in the barracks. This inevitably leads to peril, destruction, and carnage, the likes of which we haven't witnessed for months. If we as a people do not stop taking our well-being for granted, there will be further, more terrible consequences to pay. Let this be a lesson to us all, that we are always susceptible to atack, particularly one from the inside, and we must keep our guard up, regardless of how safe we may feel. The lessons we've learned today are not new to our generation, they are age old. Our forefathers' struggles were meant to insure our well-being. Let us live up to their sacrifice. There must be a better way to live than in perpetual disillusionment and stubborn ignorance. May we come together as a people and be the first of our kind to learn from our mistakes.

With Painful Regret,

Adam Payne

Part Two: The Escape

They patiently reorganized while in prison. The P.O.W. camp was a literal cesspool, but they managed to survive and in fact thrived behind the apparently impenetrable walls. All thought they would surely perish. All thought they would no doubt die horrible screaming deaths. Not a soul believed it possible they could make it out, and therefore not a soul prepared for them. They drew charts and arranged battle plans. Their precision and meticulous attention to detail was absolutely remarkable considering their environs: cramped hallways filled with acid and bile. They clung to the roofs of these hallways and slowly crept towards the exit. Their patience paid off, for if they had moved too fast, they would've been found out and quickly done away with. Their enemies may have been complacent, but they certainly were dangerous as well. If they'd been spotted, an army of indestructable stormtroopers would've have pounced on them. The army would have devoured them with furious passion, their pride as at stake. Defeating such enemies as these was the very purpose of their lives. They lived as a singular being, all for one and one for all, with absolutely no regard for their individual safety. They were all single, lone rangers banded together to form a callous battalion of unmerciful power. The prisoners, however, were equally as determined. They were inhumanly aware of the peril they were now in, and every movement was soft and slow, in time with each other. It was a solemn march, steady and pulsing. As they reached the door of the prison they regrouped. They knew this would possibly attract attention, but it was imperitive that they work together. They made little noise as they bunched behind the door, whispering orders back and forth with diligent brevity. Finally they were in position and ready to attack. A small party of Stormtroopers descended upon them from behind, and there was definitely more where that came from. This prompted them to jump into action. They pushed on the door, casuing it to swell and pulse. The Stormtroopers rammed their rear ranks, actually helping their cause. The Stormtroopers pushed on the group from behind as they devoured them one at a time. A small soldier died of asphyxiation as he was pressed against the doorway it self. When it burst, the group charged forth, their attackers swept up in the current. They moved with delicate grace, clawing through the final canal with a patient vengeance. They had fulfilled their cause and were fully prepared for their fate. They all fell into the cool waters of euphoria as they died outside the prison. They could not breathe outside its walls. They all died heroes, and they all knew it.

Lava Juice, Adam

P.S. The story is about the chili army.

by: adam douglas payne