My Final Stand

His soldiers tore across Asia, moving ever forward, relentless. He conquered nation after nation, and there seemed nothing our opposing forces could do. He tore through our lines as though they were paper, and before long there were none left to oppose him.

Six

Six.

Six.

He was unstoppable.

I took what little of my forces were left, and built my defences around Indonesia. It wasn’t much, but I still controlled Australia, and that would have to be enough. It was here that I would make my final stand.

Two extra mans a turn.

I prayed it would be enough.

My Army

I’m not a general, and I’ve no head for tactics. I’m the first to admit that, and I admit it freely.

However, I do have an army. It is vast and, so far as I can tell, powerful. My soldiers stretch out as far as the eye can see, and from my balcony they seem a formidable force indeed. Their armour shines in the morning sun as I inspect them, and they stand, proud, waiting for my word.

To march.

I wish them nothing but the best, after all, they have families waiting for them, I‘m sure. I hope they succeed, though I’m not exactly clear what they’ll be fighting for. The seem fierce, and brave. So far they’ve proved loyal to me. A fine army, one I can be proud of. I wish I could offer them better leadership.

Three days ago I was working at Red Lobster, you see. A man came in, told me I was the chosen one, and brought me here.

To be honest, I have no idea what I’m going to do with this army. But they’re mine, and I feel I owe them something, so I’ll try to do right by them.

I played a bit of Risk in university.

How hard could it be?