It twas just a few moons ago when I got word that the greatly Feared Sir Myers was approaching the front gate from the North. After a quick formality of terms we were set to engage in a battle of Epic proportions. For what seemed like many years we fired our best shots at each other only managing to inflict minimal damage to each others infantry. Then on the night of the Blue Moon under a dimly lit sky I saw his weakness. A tiny chink in his armor but a chink none the less and so I made my move. It was all over after that and the battle of Ping Pong Hill had been a clear victory. Sir Myers was forced to retreat in his valiant red wagon. Good thing we were not in a battle of surfing for my chinks are plentiful and his few and far between.
