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This is gonna be something different. We all know that HrBjorn is a fantastic journalist, an outragously awesome politician and a 100 % chemotastic dude.

What he haven't shown you is his great ability of writing stories. They are so good that he have been hidden them, only because he was afraid that people would not be awesome enough to get another breath if he actually published one of his stories.
But now it seems as the general awesomeness have rised a bit, just above the bar of health, so it should be safe.
People who are not awesome enough shouldn't read any further. You know who you are. HrBjorn is looking at you, eThais!

The beginning of the end
"Is it true that they got him on their side?" one of the SRD soldiers said. He was terrified, he had rumours about this. He knew that he existed, this awesome mythical creature.
His comrade looked with grave eyes into the dirt. He gave a thumbs up. Not a good thumbs up, like you give if you want a slave to survive even though he has lost in his gladiatorial match, nope. This was a bad thumbs up. A thumbs up that signalled the beginning of the end.

The battle had been on the way since the congress elections. Actually a lot time before that, many months. But it hadn't unfolded as it had done in the past couple of days. Actually, none of the SRD soldiers, nor the commanders except the complete elite, could remember anything from before the creation of the SRD. Only that the people who ran the country before that was traitors, and that it was them who had done it all.
The "traitors" had to be out-fought. At all cost. Even their liberty, even their pride, a few lost for the greater good they said. The word in the groups was that the "traitors" had succeeded in getting help from the great enemy, Sweden. It was nothing though, they got Serbia. They were confident in winning this battle. Or, at least hold it up to a tie, and not a complete annihilation of themselves.
And it is not for nothing, it was all they had been told. All of the great leaders, Pered, Nero Superbus and Vuk is Zumice, just to mention a few, had all said the same. And how can three persons that high in the command chain be wrong? It's not like they cheated or anything to get that much power. No, they must have worked their behinds of for it. That was at least the thought in the SRD camps. Heroes could never be wrong. And since they said that SRD would come out on the top of this battle, then it had to be true.

A small loss
A nobody. Just some random guy. A little bounce on the way to glory. That was what they said about the guy who ran against Starinak for presidency. It should have been a walk in the park to win the election, after all he was endorsed by the three before mentioned national heroes.
But something went wrong. Maybe it was the mythical creature who had made something. Had scared some of the loyal SRD soldiers to vote for that random guy. That Gustav Andersen. Or had the "traitors" still some people left in the republic that was loyal to this months Captain King?
Of course not. The elite had said that all of the old government and it's supporters had vanished.
It had to be the mythical creature. But that would mean that some of them was not loyal. That's a bad sign when you are fighting a war on life or dead of the republic.
Still. The fight continued. The big fight was coming up. The random guy had used a seldom seen move and attacked an original region of Sweden, meaning Swedish friends was all free for the war. SRD only had two. Serbia and Malaysia. The odds was bad, the SRD soldiers thought. However, it was said that they would win, and after all what is said is the truth, since it was said by Pered.

The great battle

The Swedes had attacked the last fortress. Hovedstaden. It had before been a hidious region containing fields of wheat, jolly kids and beer. After SRD was created it had been transformed into the most beautiful region of concrete buildings, industrial constructions and party posters. It was lovely grey, with the deep red party poster hanging around.
Even though the Swedes had attacked, the SRD soldiers was confident in their ability to win. They had won before. The three national heroes had said that.
With steel mind they tried to repel the attack. And for around 20 minutes they held up. But then it happened. The mythical creature appeared on the battle field. Not wielding guns. But with claws. A great roar was heard on the battlefield. He attacked. All the SRD soldiers threw their guns away, ran for their life. Only a small couple of loyal soldiers remained at the battlefield. But they were no match for him.
He stood still. He did not do the most damage, but clearly had made the headway for the attack. A great victory roar appeared from his mouth. It was HrBjorn. And he had rocked the battlefield so hard that the grey concrete buildings and deep red party posters had vanished, revealing the beer and fields of wheat.




Yes, HrBjorn wrote a long story that ended with only one ending: Even after all this stuff, there is still one thing that is certain: HrBjorn rocks. Big time.