I have kept a few old school posts from many years back. Interestingly, some of you still remember the same ones. I had a T-Mail asking me to repost this. I find it most appropriate for the coming battle.
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The time grew near. The very ground shook with anticipation so thick, it could stop a bus. Seemingly, the Earth grew silent. Babies stopped crying, cars stopped in the middle of the highway. Somewhere, off in the distance, a dog barked. No one dared to breathe. No one dared to blink. They stood motionless... waiting.
A lone, shadowy figure appeared and took in all that he saw. He stood tall... tall as an oak. They watched him... silently, respectfully. Stealthily, a second figure appeared behind him. Then a third, a fourth, a fifth, sixth, and seventh. There appeared an army. An army built for one cause. The man in front, head bowed, lifted his gaze to the mountains in the distance and with a motion fluid like liquid crystal, raised his arms. There erupted a thunderous noise. A noise such that was never heard, nor ever be heard again. He looked all around him and saw a sea, a singular body. A sea of orange. It was calling to him, to his army. Without warning, a shot was fired and the army rushed to the battleground amidst the roaring of the sea. This was their calling, this was their duty. The sea had beckoned, and they had to answer.