Cheese = Sh*t.
Poop = F**k.
Ice Cream = B**ch.
Cherry = B*lls.

Military Rankings.
Common Military Ranks
Naval Forces-
1. Admiral
2.Commodore
3.Captain
4. Commander
5. Lieutenant
6. Ensign
7. Warrant Officer
8. Petty Officer
9. Leading Rate
10. Seaman
Land/Air Forces-
1. General
2. Brigadier
3. Colonel
4. Major
5. Captain
6. Lieutenant
7. Warrant Officer
8. Sergeant
9. Corporal
10. Private
Commonwealth Air Forces-
1. Air Marshal
2. Group Captain
3. Squadron Leader
4. Flight Lieutenant
5. Flying Officer
6. Pilot Officer
7. Warrant Officer
8. Sergeant
9. Corporal
10. Aircraftman

“Kill Him.” Were the last two words I heard before the loud clinking made by several steelies came closer and closer to me. My instincts caused my body to jolt in different ways, scared, frightened, worried, about what would happen and if I would die. I could feel the beads of sweat trickle down my neck and the drips of blood coming down from my wrists, which were tied down with a chain and a couple of steelies. My eyes were covered with my very own Dark Identity, which was soaked with my own blood.

~~~~~~~~~ Flashback. Couple Hours Back During Torture~~~~~~~~

“AHHHHHHHHH!” I yelled as I jolted back and forth from the chair. There were Crusaders taking turns hitting me with a Doombringer. The slash of the cold metal stung my bloody skin, while ripping the raggedy piece Cheese they called a shirt. There came a point where they couldn’t rip up my “shirt” anymore, there was nowhere to rip it, for there were slashes of all sizes everywhere. There was no strength left in me, every inch of my body ached with pain and was drenched in my own blood. As I let out the last scream in me, a man burst into the room. He had a dark trench coat on and had dark sunglasses the size of the bottom of a cup. As we watched me labor with my breath, he laughed, a dark menacing laugh. His voice was deep and shallow; the sound of his voice alone carried a message… “Your death is near.”
“Sir, what shall we do with him next?” Asked a Royal Ranked Crusader.
“…” All he did was smile.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End of Flashback. AFTER first paragraph. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The final moments of my life was here, I could see my whole life flash before me. Suddenly, I heard a loud yelling mixed with agony.
“Don’t let them kill him!!” Shouted a familiar voice. As I heard dozens and dozens of arrows whiz past my ear, I heard shouts of agony surrounding the place. Finally, one arrow pierced through the ilbis on my right wrist. Hurriedly, I pried apart the chain with my bare arm and did the same with to my left wrist. I jumped down and untied my Dark Identity, and saw a whole gang of warriors, archers, thieves, and mages attacking the D.D.M. HQ. As I looked up at the archer shouting out the battle cries, I realized that it was my best friend, Jacques or rather known as Snipe Back Jack (SJ).
“Jaq!” I cheerfully called to him.
“Hold on! I’m kind of busy right now, with all the DDM members attacking me!”
Hurriedly, I ran out to help. One the members in my gang saw me and bellowed his Warrior Horn through the battlefield. Rapidly, several assassins came to my assistant and brought me 3 packs of hand carved ilbis. I attached them to my bare hip and continuously started fighting through the fenced in field. We all knew that we possibly couldn’t defeat the DDM at this time. As soon as Jacques noticed me climbing my way up the fence, he sent out his Royal Eagle to call out to the others and let them know that we were retreating now.

We made count of how many casualties we had, we had lost about 23 men and had over 300 injured.
“LUKE!!! WHAT HAPPENED?!”
“ I’m not quite sure, they tortured me for at least 40 days.”
“Bloody… They even robbed you of your necklace! Those Poopy Ice Creams! I swear… one day we will beat the Cheese out of them! Let’s see how they like being smacked in the Cherry with a metal bat!”
“Calm down Jacques, I just need to rest. I’m going to sleep man, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 14:00 5.13.30~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“See me tomorrow? SEE ME TOMORROW?! IT’S BEEN 2 MONTHS!”
“2 MONTHS?!”
“No, I’m just messing with you. It’s only been 2 weeks.”
“Only?!”
“Okay, Mr. Smarty-Pants. Let’s go see your teammates.”
Jacques and I walked around the HQ talking about what I had missed. He had been telling me about how they tracked me.
“Apparently, the DDM has a “secret” website.”
“What’s the link?”
“www.DDM.com.”
“Uh… I’m not even going to ask.”
Jacques and I walked into the Artillery Bunker; there I was given the finest and newest of ilbis and steelies. A Dark Identity, Dragon Blue Sleve, a leather pocket for my Dragon Caesar, along with a Dark Dragon Robe and Top Grade Armour.
“Sir, Sergeant Backsforth would like to meet you in a conference at 9:04 (and 4 seconds).”
“Would you mind asking Backsforth what it is that is so important that he needs to disrupt my rest?”
“He says he needs to hand you something in person.”
“Alright then, tell him he can hand it to me at 17:00.”
“But… sir…”
“ No buts soldier.”
“Yes sir.”
“Do you know who Backsforth is?!” asked Jaq confused.
“Yes, He’s a Sergeant that’s disturbing my peace right now. I still need time to heal these gashes on my back and arm.”
“Wow. You’re unbelievable. He’s the Royal 5 Star General.”
“And I’m the Royal 5 Star Survivor, Middle Class Peasant Commander. Big deal.”
“…..Haha. Your sarcasm really humors me.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 17:00 5.26.30~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Sergeant Luke Majors. I have understood that you pushed back my appointment due to serious gashes on your back and arms. Correct?”
“Yes.”
“I shall let you go this time. The Commanding committee has something important to say.”
“Go ahead. Spill.”
“As of today, we are ranking you as a Royal 5 Star Brigadier.”
“What?!”
“As a Brigadier, I here pronounce you to your 5 Star Snipers, Assassins, Warriors, and Magicians. You shall be moved to a new squadron by the end of term, Sector 46.”
“What?! That’s impossible! That can’t happen! I’m the leader of this squadron. I am the General of Sector 54! I don’t care for your Cheesy stars! I don’t care about your Pooping Royal ranks! I DO NOT CARE FOR YOUR BRIGADE POSITION! AS LONG AS YOU SEPARATE ME FROM MY SQUADRON, I WILL NOT TAKE THE POSITION!”
“This is a mockery! You cannot turn down a Royal 5 Star General! I can have you arrested!”
“Fine! Go ahead, while you’re at arresting your own teammates… why don’t you just go and throw me back to the DDM’s?!”
“Alright then. I’ll have you Jetted back to the DDM HQ tomorrow at 2:00 SHARP. Air Marshal Fortsburg, have this man parachuted down to the DDM HQ tomorrow at 2:00 AM Sharp.”
“Sir! This is unacceptable. As a Royal Air Force Air Marshal, I refuse to allow any of my Leaders or Captains to order a Jet to the DDM HQ. And I have the right to order all refusal of orders to ANY Air Vehicles.”
“You…”
“General Backsforth.”
“WHAT?!”
“What? What? WHAT?! Did you just talk back to your leading General?!”
“Oh snap, that’s General Heldagorge. He’s a 6 Star Ranked Royal Commanding General. He has control over ALL Fleets. But he would never do what Backsforth was about to do.”
“Sir!”
“General Backsforth, it is at to my knowledge that you were about to send one of our RETURNING Heroes back to the DDM HQ? Especially after the 23 deaths and over 300 injuries?”
“Sir…”
“General Backsforth. In all my years I’ve never…I have tried and tried to stay patient about your abuse of power. But this… This is too much! I will have to strip you of your position.”
“What?!”
“Yes… but just not at this moment. This is your FINAL warning General. But I am stripping you of your Power for 1 month.’
“Yes sir…”
“General Heldagorge, Logging off.”
“SALUTEE!!!!!!!!!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 11:00 7.23.31 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“Click.” I slowly thought of the day I was ranked to a Brigadier. I had won the battle with General Backsforth and I had become great friends with the only 6 star-ranked General. As I slowly strapped on my body guard and reload my ilbis, I thought of a war plan. How should we conquer the island of Anguishtin? The DDM Had the place secured back and forth, and kept watch of it as if it was a watch strapped onto their eyes.
“We are here today… to get ready for the battle over the island of Anguishtin. Once we conquer this, we shall be able to take control of 3 harbors from all 3 sides of the country. If we lose, the loss will be great. One year ago, I was offered the position of Brigadier. And now, I am one of the best. Although my power rose, I never left a single of you, for I knew… You are the only soldiers I could trust. I am counting on you guys… TO WIN ME THIS WAR!!!!”
“RAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!”
The Bravest of the Warrior brought me a smoke pipe and a long, waxed and fancy horn. I inhaled a deep breath of the smoke pipe and exhaled through the long horn. The horn made a deep, shallow voice… that reminded me of a dreaded day….

-To Be Continued.-