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| 05 Dec 2012 09:29 PM |
The year is 2012, month of December. It’s been three years since the last great music war and now things are heating up just like they did before. All throughout the land, band kids and orchestra kids are locked in intense combat to prove which side is best. Percussion and Chorus, who plays on both sides, stay neutral and give their loyalty to whoever proves their worth. To the north of the country of Aeolis lies the Band Empire. The outer layers of the empire, consisting of rich grasslands, clear crystal blue lakes, and small towns, are mainly controlled by the marching band rulers. Deeper into the Empire there’s a major city for every era and genre of music that can be played in a regular band class. The direct middle has the biggest city of them all, Director-tropolis. To the south of Aeolis lies the Orchestra Empire. The entire Empire is all one city with minor breaks consisting of towns and huts scattered throughout the land. The region flows with the land and mountains, its citizens proving by their living style that whatever new territory nature throws at them, they can adapt quickly and efficiently. Their capital, Conductor-lantis, lies in the middle surrounded by a dense forest and mountain ranges, holds the bulk of their army. Our story begins in the town of Tenor, it lies directly in the middle of the two empires. Tenor is run by a few chorus and percussion clans trying to survive the constant fights between the two Empires surrounding them, but with both sides using the middle land as the battlefield, it proves to be a difficult task…
“Come on you disgusting Orc-dorks! It’s time to meet your end,” Kyle shouted from behind his tuba. He blew hard into the instrument sending a massive shockwave that blasted a crater into the ground sending orchestra troops flying in every direction. “You insignificant Band-nerd, you will never defeat us with your mindless blaring,” Jeff shouted back. He moved the bow across his Viola sending the strings slithering towards a few unsuspecting band kids and wrapping around them squeezing tighter the more they struggled. The two armies started to get closer and closer. Both sides had about 50,000 soldiers all determined to show that their music was better. The town of Tenor was being demolished as chorus and percussion kids tried their best to fight off any confused soldiers mistaking them for an enemy. The piccolos were blasting the eardrums of anyone who was unfortunate enough to be in their sound radius as violinists sent soothing classical tunes to put anyone within ten feet of them to sleep. Overhead a major dogfight was taking place between the Trombones who used their slides to snare their enemies and then fling them to the ground and the Cellos who sent tremolos out like a machine gun. The fight was getting worse and worse as the two armies came closer. Their Generals, Kyle who fought for the band side and Jeff who fought for the orchestra side, was locked in intense combat in the middle of it all. Kyle lunged with his Tuba and aimed it right at Jeff. He blew in and a wave of sound blasted right into the poor orchestra kid who was trying to avoid a blast from a piccolo. “Agghhh,” Jeff shouted as he flew back into a few violas. “Hahaha, stupid orc-dork,” Kyle said lowering his tuba slightly. “Now you’re going to get it,” Jeff said staggering to his feet. He raised his Viola and moved his bow across the strings which released a barrage of notes that flew forward and hit Kyle flinging him back into a French Horn who was in the middle of banging a Bass player with his own bow. “Ow, hey,” the French Horn player shouted. “Sorry mate, carry on,” Kyle said helping the player up and handing him his French Horn. “Thanks,” he muttered and continued chasing the Bass player with the bow. “Hey Band-nerd,” Jeff yelled. “What now you pathetic classic player?” “Looks like your Tuba had a misshape with a boulder,” Jeff said with a smile. Kyle turned and saw that his Tuba landed on a massive boulder and got caved in beyond repair. “Oh crap,” he said looking at his Tuba. “Now what,” he asked to himself. Jeff walked forward and stood right in front of Kyle, his bow over his head ready to strike down. “Any last words,” he asked smiling. “Just one,” Kyle said looking up. “Duck.” “What,” Jeff asked looking up. A Trombone player that was shot out of the sky was falling right for them. Kyle jumped out of the way just as the band kid landed right in the ground, his trombone flying out of his hand. Jeff barely dodged it, his Viola shattering as he rolled out of the way still gripping his bow. “Darn it,” Jeff yelled as he landed head first into a pile of sand. Kyle jumped off of the boulder that crushed his Tuba, grabbed the Trombone out of the air, and landed on the ground immediately running right for Jeff. He stopped in front of him and placed the slide on his chest. “Any last words,” Kyle asked Jeff. “Classic, reverse situation. A bit cliché but I guess it works,” Jeff said. “So an honorable duel to end this then?” “Sounds good to me,” Kyle said letting Jeff up. Jeff gripped his bow tighter as Kyle locked the slide on the Trombone and flipped it so it could act as a sword. The both stared each other down for a few seconds and then lunged. Jeff raised his bow and sent it flying down for Kyle’s right leg. Kyle spun around Jeff easily dodging the move and wacked him in the back with the slide. Jeff quickly recovered and swung again, this time for Kyle’s arm. Kyle, not seeing the move, got hit right in his left arm causing him to nearly drop the Trombone. The troops surrounding the two saw their Generals and stopped fighting, creating a circle around them and cheering for their side. “DIE ORC-DORKS,” one band kid shouted. “AT LEAST WE PLAY MUSIC PEOPLE LIKE TO HEAR,” an orchestra kid replied. “OH PLEASE, THE ONLY THING MOZART DOES IS MAKE GOOD DIAPER COMERCIALS,” a piccolo commented. Jeff flung his bow like a spear right at Kyle as the two sides continued to fling slander at each other. Kyle blocked the bow with the Trombone, raised the bell to point right at the defenseless General, and blasted the lowest crunchiest note he could play. A huge shockwave hit Jeff squarely in the chest which flung him, and 2/3 of the entire orchestra army, backwards landing in a huge pile. “I believe we win,” Kyle said placing the Trombone on the ground as the band side cheered. “Crap, how could I miss,” Jeff said getting up and brushing himself off. “Don’t be so hard on yourself, you had some good moves. Plus the sleeping affect your troops added was a nice touch,” Michael said smiling. “Yeah, and those flying Trombones? Genius.” “Alright troops line up,” Jeff and Michael both shouted. Both sides all got in one line and started coming together giving each other high fives and saying ‘good war.’ Thus ended Music Wars III with a win for the band kids. Hatred between these two groups still grows every day and this battle was not the end of the many yet to come. With new musical ideas and playing styles yet to be discovered, the next war will be even bigger, better, and a whole lot more fun than any we’ve experienced so far. ♫~End~♫
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