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Private Pawn's POV: Snow began to fall as we waited, listening to the sounds of Christmas Carols while not letting our guard down. About 5 or so minutes had passed, but Trapezoid still wasn't buying it. In fact, he was starting to get irritated by the singing. Pawn Soldier 1: They're singing bloody well, ya know... Pawn Soldier 2: That's what I was thinking! Captain Rook: Kind of odd though... Right in the middle of battle? Pawn Soldier 3: Captain Rook, you've gotta see this! Captain Rook: What? Pawn Soldier 3: I'm peeking over the trench, and it seems like they're setting up trees and whatnot! Captain Rook: Are you sick, boy? That's gotta be preposterous. *Captain Rook carefully poked his head up above the trenches; the Marshmallow Empire Army was out there, setting up little Christmas Trees and candles outside of their trench.* Captain Rook: Unbelievable. Lord Trapezoid: What? Captain Rook: Either I'm sick, or this is real... *Lord Trapezoid went up for a peek for himself. He was blown away...* Lord Trapezoid: This HAS to be some sort of ploy to try and ambush us, right? Captain Rook: They could very much be faking it... Private Pawn: But-- Lord Trapezoid: I'm not buying it. Prepare to resume fire. Pawn Soldier 1: But sir, we're running extremely low on ammunition, and our new supply won't arrive until tomorrow at the earliest. Lord Trapezoid: You're kidding... *A Pawn jumps up in the way of Trapezoid* VoiceOverPawn: Attention, ALL OCR VIEWERS, Lord Trapezoid needs YOUR HELP to defeat Marshmallow The Dominator's army, RESCUE Starburst and Arrow from the tyrannical Marshmallow The Dominator, and RESTORE PEACE to the Galaxy ONCE AND FOR ALL! But to do this, he's gonna need a lot of supplies, aid, and manpower. Now all you need to do is provide him with your credit card number, those three digits on the back, and don't forget that expiration date... But you've GOTTA be quick, so Trapezoid can achieve the EPIC VICTORY ROYALE! *Utter silence travels through the trench, as everyone stares at him.* Lord Trapezoid: ...Are you done? VoiceOverPawn: Allow me to scam INNOCENT CHILDREN in peace, I get PAID for this. Captain Rook: Well Trapezoid, it's your call. What do we do next? Knight Soldier: If we waste all our ammunition now, they could launch a surprise attack on us. We all waited for a response as the carols from the other side grew louder and louder. Trapezoid was taking quite a long time with this. He then said something so bizarre, none of us were expecting it. Lord Trapezoid: If we can't beat them with weapons, we'll beat them with our VOICES! Everyone: What? Lord Trapezoid: START SINGING EVERYONE! THIS IS MUSICAL WARFARE!!!! We all questioned what he was doing... But went along with it anyway. ...The cannons rested silent, and the gas clouds rolled no more... As Christmas brought us respite from the war. The carols continued on for a while, until... The other side just stopped. Pawn Soldier 1: Hey... They stopped. Lord Trapezoid: Maybe they dried their tongues out from all that singing, which technically means we won... Trapezoid had the army prepare to return fire if needed as a precaution. Lord Trapezoid: I'll give them the benefit of the doubt; if they shoot, we'll shoot back. Captain Rook: Seems fair. But then... someone shouted from the other side. M.D Army Soldier 1: HEY! WE'RE CALLING FOR PEACE!!!! They rose their truce flag as it whipped around in the wind of the early morning sky, snow hitting it hard as it did so. Lord Trapezoid: I'm sorry... I'm in disbelief... Private Pawn: We should truce. We shouldn't be fighting on a Holiday like this. Lord Trapezoid: But-- Captain Rook: He's not wrong. Knight Soldier: If we try to keep fighting, we'll run out of ammunition, then we'll be sitting ducks. It'd be wise to wait until our next shipment comes tomorrow. Lord Trapezoid: Well-- Pawn Soldier 1: Besides, we're all fatigued from fighting day after day... We need a break. Trapezoid thought on for a minute. M.D Army Soldier 2: HELLO??? ANYONE THERE??? M.D Army Soldier 1: It's okay, we tried. M.D Army Soldier 2: I know... I just don't want to spend Christmas in a trench repelling attacks. None of us asked to be here. M.D Army Soldier 3: Yeah. M.D Army Soldier 4: I've got Children back at home, too. After overhearing the conversation, Trapezoid came to a decision. Lord Trapezoid: Lift the truce flag. Private Pawn: REALLY? Lord Trapezoid: Let this be a one day thing though, got it? We all nodded, and shouted back across No Man's Land... Private Pawn: WE WON'T SHOOT IF YOU WON'T SHOOT, DEAL? The soldiers' eyes lit up. It was truly a Christmas miracle... Frontline Sentry Bishop: There's someone coming towards us! All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side... Lord Trapezoid: What are they doing now? --TO BE CONTINUED--
