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GLITCH - Redemption Results
The airship exploded into a satisfying rain of debris as it enveloped us. That was close. I scanned the dull, grey skies, and spotted another. “Fire!” I yelled. The missile punched a hole into the aircraft. Air rushed out accompanied by loud hissing noises as it comically flew around before plummeting to the ground. I waited with bated breath for a few agonizing minutes before exhaling with relief. It was over, at least for now.
Just another day.
My name is Natalie Bernkastel, commander of #6969 ButtFlour. I don’t remember how the war began. I don’t know who we’re fighting with or who we’re fighting for. I’ve lost count of how many days, weeks, or years it’s lasted. I don’t even really know who I am anymore, since I don’t have much of a backstory. Does that make me a one-dimensional character? Who knows.
The attacks were relentless. Every day, without fail, they would come. And every day, without fail, we had to fend them off. I’ve always wondered why they didn’t all come at once, but always giving us time to recuperate. I was the sole commander. Rest was rare, and sleep was but a long lost friend. There wasn’t even any time for a romance subplot. I’ve blocked out most human emotions long ago, numbing myself from exhaustion and pain and becoming almost mechanically robotic. There were only the enemies and my guns.
The next wave of foes interrupted my cogitation. I jumped back into focus mode, ordering my troops to fire without stopping. I could barely see through the thick mass of enemies, so I called for backup. The fighter planes arrived and broke through the enemy lines. I felt the ground shake. One of them must have dropped a bomb on us. Unfazed, I increased firepower. One by one, the aircrafts fell. Suddenly, I heard a warning siren.
Deep into the horizon, the largest airship I’ve ever seen was heading straight for us. I quickly dispatched the remaining ships and readied my units for a fight. As soon as it entered our range, we maximised firepower and engulfed it. There was no effect. It advanced slowly, destroying one of my auxiliary cannons. It showed no signs of stopping as it destroyed two more buildings. I was on my own now. I can’t lose here, not now. The thing was directly overhead. I felt the bomb as it hit us. I shut my eyes, ready for the end.
All was quiet. I felt something well up inside me. For the first time in years, I was crying. We were so close. All those days spent fighting, all for nothing. Why me?
I finally opened my eyes. Miraculously, I was still alive. I looked up in wonder as the blimp shuddered and started to descend. The ensuing explosion was deafening.
I don’t know how long I lay there in shock. The ground was littered with debris and empty shells. Everything was in ruins. My soldiers were dead, as were all the blimps. Suddenly, it dawned on me. I won. It’s over. There are no more ships to fight. I couldn’t believe it. I’ve done it. I started…whooping. And dancing, laughing and screaming it’s over it’s over it’s over over and over again. My ecstasy was interrupted when I tripped over a wine bottle and fell flat on my face.
I examined the offending object. It was empty, of course. Through my insane, crazed haze I had an epiphany. It’s a metaphor. It was so obvious! Of course the wine bottle is a metaphor for endurance! I contemplated this for a second. Endurance isn’t just persevering in the face of doubt or “” determination, resolution and indefatigability against ALL odds. Endurance is…enduring. Most of the time, when it’s all over and done with, you’ve already endured. It doesn’t matter if it wasn’t tireless or resilient, you endured it. Congratulations! You’ve done what billions of people have done before you. What does this have anything to do with the wine bottle, you ask? Metaphors don’t have to make sense. In fact, they rarely do.
I started to think about the moral implications of this epiphany. In the distance, I heard a balloon invasion incoming. Horrified, I looked back at the badge description. There were still two more campaigns to complete. I had only finished the first one. I screamed, and the wine bottle shattered.