Today was a nightmare. A wonderful glorious nightmare. The chief called an assembly in the center of our camps. Everyone was there, us, the wizards, the hogs, everyone even the cursed she-devil. Then the chief himself spoke. How we hated him with a passion, we all did. We all did exept the she-devil.

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The Dark Chief
I hope you are prepaired, for today we march upon a formidable enemy. Undead, destroy the walls guarding their wizards and rocket launchers. Giants, you shall attack their wizards with ariel at your back, once the undead have cleared a path. Destroy them at any costs. Mages, archers, brutes, go directly behind the giants destroying anything in your path! Goblins, once the giants have smited their wizards, attack the vault room! You shall be rewarded greatly.
And so we marched over the hill. When we reached the peak, we finally saw what we were attacking. And it took our breath away. But we would not lose. We
could not lose. It all started out according to plan... There was a strange magic in the air, an enchantment of some kind, it distorted our thoughts. Caused us to hallucinate and stray from the plan. It was more than the brainless zombies could bear. The attacked the front gates aimlessly.
They had failed to clear a path for us, but there was still hope. We only had to find our way around.
We destroyed an archer tower, and then headed for what we thought was the wizard.

It was only a cannon, we had lost precious time. We quickly back tracked and found the rocket launcher

But then a thunder rod apeared out of no where, along with enemy troops, frying us!

But no, we cannot lose, for we cannot die. The she-devil kept us alive, at least for a little while longer. I heard a shreek! I looked up, and the she-devil was gone! Oh, for joy! We had lost!

Or so it had seemed. The chief was in a fury, and he wasn't done yet. He sent in the hogs. Fearsome warriors, fearing nothing. They fought viciously, yet to no avail.
And oh the joy, we had lost. I survived by being launched away on a spring at the every end of the battle. It was fought viciously and without mercy, and a terrible monster we know as The Dark Chief was defeated that day.