I say the cool stories and I thought they were all great, but then I noticed that there were barely any stories on unit cards. I can't understand this, because of the wonderful opportunities the unit cards give for stories. I'm mean, other than generic history, you can pretty much makeup whatever you want.
Anyway I'm spending way too much time on that. So here's something I wrote about one of my favorite cards. It isn't great, so please give reviews so that I can get better. Here goes:
The sky darkened overhead. The creature could barely stay on course due the fierce gales and heavy snow. Still, it maneuvered with all its strength in pursuit of the enemy. That was there homeland, and they would protect it, regardless of how fluffy they were! "FOR LAND AND COUNTRY!!!!"
shrieked the tiny puffball, which could be heard as a timid “breng-eh”
from a tiny dust cloud. The battlefield was littered with chaos, full of the tufts of fluff from fallen comrades, their noble limbs tossed randomly about by the unforgiving blizzard. The young Kesaran Pasaran Captain closed in on the King Shade, the fiend responsible for this madness. Though the smallest Kesaran Pasaran, he alone had managed to slip right behind it. The Captain raised his holy blade above its head (?)…focused his Ki… and…was blown away by a sudden gale far into the clouds, leaving both his men and enemy behind. The frigid air choked his fluffy body (?) then everything went black.
“Bet’cha I could!!”
“Could too! I could catch a whole pile of snow on my tounge!!” yelled the boy almost frantically. I was nearly blasphemous to think his friend did not beleave him.
“Let’see ya do’wit, then.” The girl smirked darkly, hoping to expose weakness.
“I’ll even do it with my eyes closed!!” The six year old boy shut his eyes. Well…mostly shut. Shut enough to shut his friend up. Shut enough for him to not notice the humongous white blob of snow falling from the clouds directly on his tougue. His friend was speakless, but not for the reason he would have liked. His eyes jutted open when the perfect snowflake he cought tasted like sweat and bird feather. He nearly back flipped, yelling “Sweet Refess!!” when the snowflake quivered and started breathing.
Awoken by the saliva, the Captain looked around wildly, expecting to see flames for his past sins on the war front. The boy sharply tried to spit him away, by the fluff caused the Captain to become stuck to the child’s chin, against his will. Boy’s friends had noticed. The Captain thought quickly. He regained his composure, adjusted his helm and extended a tuft of fluff in an attempt to make a gentlemanly handshake.
“Hello”, he said. “My name is Allopo, Captain of the 4th Company of the Cotton-ball Army. This may be a lot to ask, but I’ll some need help returning home to my men. Could you point me in the direction of the nearest leaf shuttle?” Then…there was silence. You see, though the Captain was well-rounded and well-versed where he came from, his intellect could not change the fact that his entire statement roughly translated to Lavato meant nothing more than a mere timid “breng-eh”
“Whad’do we do wi’thit? Aren’ them thing-gies good luck’re sumpthin’? I say we go gamblin’!”
“Aren’t we only kids?”
“What’re ya, a sissy?”
With that, the two quickly snatched up our tiny hero, only to be poked most severely by his legendary mithril toothpick blade. Their arm movements alone were enough to propel him out of harms way, and the snow helped to hide him, but the children still had a general idea of where he was and chased heartily. This city was large and unfamiliar, yet young Allopo continued to glide on the winds that had so deserted him.
It seemed that our poor officer would go through hell and back before getting home.
That's...uhhh...all I have for now. If you've ideas, lay'um on meh!!