I walk outside prepared for battle
Layers of clothing as my armor
I look at the field
Just a wide flat plane
A white blanket shields it from harm
So perfect
Seems almost sad to step one foot on it

My small but strong army follows me as I march
We begin to build our wall of crystals
Turning it into one big fort
It gets bigger and stronger than a rock wall
But our enemy copies

We make our cannons
For our circular shells
As our heads peer over the side of our wall
We see them scurry back and forth behind their wall
Trying to make anything to defend themselves
Soon we fire and duck
My arms fly trying to hit every person

Soon there is nothing to throw
White blood is spilled
Staining my armor

I lie
Dead

We then rise from our graves
“Ok, that was cool” My friend says.
“It was incredible” I reply