PLEASE READ INSTRUCTIONS: IMPORTANT INFO WILL FOLLOW: In the notes! ------------------- NOTE: This will be the final OC episode posted on @cs963099Jr. All future episodes will be on my main account, @cs963099. I just want to thank you all for everything. Without OC, this account would have never taken off the way it did. I also want to thank you for sticking with me through this episode in particular. I wanted to finish this so badly given how negative things in our world are these days. It's important to remember that finding peace is still possible. Thanks again, @cs963099 ------------------- In loving memory of the millions struggling in conflict zones all around the world, in the past, present, and future. We hear you, we see you, and we love you. "Christmas in The Trenches" written and performed by John McCutcheon Listen on Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/3SVi4K1L5RZJT3F1Gwc1jr ------------------- Go follow my accounts! @cs963099 @cs963099Jr @--ThatCSGuy-- (cool stuff gets posted her) :) ------------------- ALL CS'S VIEWER VOTING EPISODES: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/29823104/ ALL OBJECT CAMP EPISODES: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/33551602 ALL TWNOS EPISODES: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/30689065/ THE HOLIDAY-Y OBJECT CAMP STUDIO: https://scratch.mit.edu/studios/32494866/ ------------------- OBJECT CAMP MERCH: https://www.roblox.com/catalog/9009116394/Object-Camp-Final-4 https://www.roblox.com/catalog/9008967119/Object-Camp-Text
Private Pawn's POV: "There's someone commin' towards us" the front-line sentry cried. All sights were fixed on one lone figure trudging from their side. His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shone on that plain so bright. As he bravely strode, unarmed, with no fright. Lord Trapezoid: He's nuts... Pawn Soldier 3: More like he's got steel-- Lord Trapezoid: Don't finish that. *The soldier stops; everyone becomes tense as all weapons are aimed at him.* Lord Trapezoid: Why did he stop? Frontline Sentry Bishop: Perhaps he's nervous... *Private Pawn pulls out the binoculars; the soldier's shaking, with fear struck all over his face.* Private Pawn: I'm gonna go out there and meet him. Lord Trapezoid: What? Captain Rook: I'm sorry... But ARE YOU INSANE? Private Pawn: What other option do we have? We want to cease the fighting, right? Lord Trapezoid: I know... But going out there could be a risk-- Private Pawn: A risk I'M willing to take. If we play it safe, we'll resume fighting, and then we'll run out of supplies before we can get more, which could prove us costly. Lord Trapezoid: You're not going out there... AND THAT'S AN ORDER! Private Pawn: If I get blown up, call me the stupidest man alive... *Private Pawn pulls away, and jumps up out of the trench, and begins to walk towards the soldier.* Lord Trapezoid: PRIVATE PAWN!!!! Captain Rook: Wow... He's really going for it. Pawn Soldier 1: There goes the bravest man alive... Pawn Soldier 2: ...Or the stupidest. *Private Pawn continues to slowly walk towards the soldier.* Private Pawn: Hey... M.D Army Soldier Bat: H-hi... Private Pawn: Merry Christmas? *Private Pawn holds out his hand; both sides hold their breath...* *Bat grabs hold of his hand, and shakes it.* Bat: Merry Christmas to you, too. *The two continue to shake hands; soldiers from both sides begin to pour out of the trenches and meet at the center of no man's land.* Lord Trapezoid: It... actually worked... Captain Rook: I think we forgot something... Lord Trapezoid: What's that? Captain Rook: No matter how negative we may think of the enemy, they're still a person deep down inside. These types of connections bring out the best in people. *Lord Trapezoid thinks, remembering what he and Marshmallow The Dominator had before. He then smiles.* Lord Trapezoid: Yeah... Thanks for reminding me. Soon one by one on either side walked into no-mans-land, with neither gun, blaster, nor bayonet, we met there hand to hand. We shared some secret cider and wished each other well. And in a flare-lit football game, we gave 'em hell. *An M.D Soldier out-jukes Frontline Sentry Bishop and scores a goal.* M.D Soldier 5: WOOOOO!!!!!!!! Frontline Sentry Bishop: H o w w w w w w M.D Soldier 4: HE'S THE BEST AT FOOTBALL Pawn Soldier 3: IT'S SOCCER!!!!! M.D Soldier 2: Ignorant fool... Pawn Soldier 1: Still fun all the same! M.D Soldier 2: True! M.D Soldier 3: Also your goalie sucks. *Everyone looks at the goalie, VoiceOverPawn* VoiceOverPawn: Now listen here... YOU do NOT have the RIGHT! You hear me? And also... YOU DO NOT HAVE THE RIGHT!!!!! Private Pawn's POV: While it was fun & games for most of us, some of us still didn't like the idea of the truce. Some of us stayed back to repair trenches, or find the weaknesses of the enemy. Some high ranking officers met with one another, sharing their perspectives of the war. It's then when they came down to a consensus: Neither side wanted this. It was this understanding, this connection that made them realize... Perhaps we aren't so different after all. We traded chocolates, other things, and photographs from home, these sons and fathers far away from families of their own. Captain Rook played his squeeze box and, they had a violin... This curious and unlikely band of men. Soon daylight stole upon us... And Chesster it was once more. With sad farewells we each began to settle back to war. But the question haunted every heart that lived that wonderous night... "whose family have I fixed within my sights?" Lord Trapezoid: Hey. Private Pawn: Hey. Lord Trapezoid: I just wanted to say... Thank you for helping me see what I wasn't able to see. *Private Pawn sighes.* Private Pawn: I just wish this war would end. Lord Trapezoid: Trust me... *Trapezoid peeks over at the other side; the soldiers flash him a smile.* Lord Trapezoid: ...They do too. *Private Pawn's face lightens up a bit.* It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost so bitter hung. The frozen fields of war were warmed as songs of peace were sung, for the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame... And on each end of the rifle we're the same. Thanks for reading. -CS
