The Swedish war machine plow through enemy ranks

Day 976, 06:50 • Published in Sweden Sweden • by Valnad
Does things ever go according to plan? The answer is "probably not", at least if you would ask an officer in the Swedish Army.


Valnads shelter deep inside the Smaland forests

Sweden was about to be entirely conquered due to a tactical surrender at the battle of Smaland. But as I cooked my last supper at the shelter, a sudden spark of tranquility set over the battle-scarred forest.

A little Romanian ladybug flied through the air in a gentle breeze and then time seemed to just freeze. When the bug was gone and the moment had passed, it was already too late.

It looks like we'll have to do this the hard way then.

Day 977 was still young when our brave soldiers rolled their tanks into the capital of Norrland and Sameland, aided by the native council Sametinget and a lust for immediate revenge. There was no time for celebration though, as another important war was about to be won further down south.

Jamtland and Harjedalen followed merely 2 hours later and by the looks of it, King Gekko of Norway not only betrayed his own people and every other Scandinavian, but he also woke the sleeping beta-giants (and our infamous blood-craving kitten).

Sweden will not only recover the lost territories, we will make sure that order and obedience once more governs the realm of the Scandinavian peninsula. But before then it will rain fire paratroopers from the skies, elite commando units will storm through the forests and our tanks will be waiting for all Iron Maiden fans out there as they come running to the hills.

We see this despicable war as an invitation to dance, and from now on the enemy shall have to follow our lead as we drive them off our territories one by one.

Viva la resistance!

/V