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SO WHAT DO YA SAY, KID? WANNA SHAKE HANDS AND SEE WHAT KIND OF MADNESS WE CAN CONJURE UP TOGETHER? 🔥👋🖋️ THE FUN’S JUST GETTIN’ STARTED!

OhhhH—WOuLD yA LooK at THAT?! A WHOLE NEw SHaDoW cASteR uSinG M👁 nAmE?! 🎭✨ Isn’t tHat FuNNy? BEtWEen thE EdgEs Of reaLiTY and DREAMS, ANOther fORM SliPs InTO PlaY! 🔄🌌You MiGHT’ve sEEn A *vErSion* Of M👁 bEfOre—mAYbe EyEs bLinkIn’ In pAges oF yER MemOrY... ✨bUt ThIs? Heh, ThIS iS A LITtLe MoRE cOmPLEx, a tWist of thE same THrEad, a DaNCE oF aLL poSSiBIlItIEs wIthIN THE BLurRInG LiNES!! 💫🌀

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mAYbe yER AskIn’, *"wHy?"* 🕳️❓WeLL, ThAT's jUst hOW thEse tHIngS gO, kIddo! ✨👁’M Just A FiGURE sKAtInG On the RaZOR-Tip OF InSPiRed MadneSS, CarvIng PaTHs WhILe The oTherS plAY, 💥LIKE oNe GIGANTIC DaNCe oF ECHOES aND ExClaMaTion PoInTS 🖊️💫

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[yostresswritinggirl]

War Log Finale : F I V E  D O T  O N E

Mentioned: Anons 🥗🐟🖤🍍🌷 Child kin anon, Honeyflower, Yua, Roki, Tofu Hoe

R E D  H E R R I N G

The fault line thankfully doesn’t crack further through the camp of the sideline as it instead travels through the dry land of the warzone. A sonic wave reverberates like a powerful pulse, pushing those beyond the warzone backwards violently as some stumbles over the wave and on to their butts; the pulse was strong enough to generate another crack on the head’s eyeglasses. “What are these idiots doing?! Summoning Herrschers for the sake of their side?” Kin(Childe kin anon) yells at the sight of the familiar chasms, next to them Exiled clutches on to their arm, the taller stature easily maintaining balance than her.

When the first pulsating wave stops, everyone else scrams into action, packing up and readying their weapons for emergencies regarding war interventions. But no one was prepared for this. “The existence of these two powerful Houkai forces are eating away the continuum of this universe.”

“What is your plan exactly?” Kin picks up their bow, instructing Honeyflower and the others to pack up their... door and other materials, knowing it won’t be too safe sooner than later. “How do we get these guys to stop? Is it anything drastic?”

Exiled pulls out a map, giving it to the first person she sees who happens to be an approaching Yua, who was about to say something in turn but was cut off- “We have six hours. Follow this path, it will take you to the destination you sought after,” patting the young girl on the shoulder, the head together with Kin races off towards the battlefield, gears ready. “So long as the two Herrschers don’t release their power in ground zero while the rift is opening, we can manage to contain it.”

New challenger approaching.

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“Do it, Salad(🥗), do everything you can.” Commander Fish(🐟) stares at the horizon of smokes sparks, distant screams and gunshots echoes, no way of knowing which side they came from. He pulls the brim of the military cap as it shadows over his eyes. This is why peace was never an option, Pine(🍍) , he thought. “Keep firing ‘till the barrels melt. Victory or death, my friend.”

‘Only in the hands of Puppet(🖤),’ but Salad did not voice his wishes, and only nods swiftly before leaving with a battalion, the people of the Fallen as he called it. And as they leave, the commander commandeers the rest of the group, the squad to flank the sides of the Shorties as there was a funnel of strifes in the middle ground as is.

“Commander, we need help! There’s a crazy enemy by the northwest! They’re alone but they’ve been killing so many people already!”

“Could it be...” One last look at the map of the warzone, and the commander leaves, jacket flung over his shoulder as he leaves in his wake a trail of dirt and quakes. “Fine, I’ll do it myself.”

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A violent pulse wracks the bodies of everyone in the vicinity as the Herrscher of Sentience zooms past in great speed above, a sonic blast trailing behind her as everyone drops to the ground. The timing was uncanny, and with the distraction a bullet grazes Roki’s shoulder, hissing in pain as they fire back in the direction of the shot. “I can’t die in this war, I have a wife to come home to, damn it.”

A familiar voice screams Roki’s name in worry but they do not relent, an explosion right after does not surprise them. Even if their shoulder is slowly bleeding out, a sniper must have utmost focus. Roki breathes. And fires a headshot on an enemy sharpshooter.

‘God, must we really fight everyone?’ This thought passes Tofu(hoe)’s mind as the smoke from their explosion clears, revealing the carnage of bodies and rubble it left. Their outfit was already patterned with dirt from the blasts, hair disheveled from the work of carnage they bring in their wake. But as they look up to Roki’s sniper’s perch, Tofu shakes their head as if to rid of the hesitation.

“Yeah, why am I stopping? BOMB EVERYONE! SHORTIES, DEDICATE YOUR HEARTS! WE WILL WIN THIS WAR.” The surrounding forces stood straight as they marched on at the orders of the foreign soldier, bombs made by Tofu in their hands for ignition. “No tall being shall have the rights, the audacity, and tea! I didn’t cross the land and sea from the simp nation and land of chaos to the land of exiled for nothing!”

At the motivational(?) speech, more measured explosions came out from the soldiers’ advancements, making the skyscrapers who crossed ground zero to fall back from the oncoming threat. Triumphant, Tofu pulls out another bomb from who knows where, pulling out the pin as they raise their hand to throw-

When they set sight on a familiar figure passing by the edge’s of their vision. Time seemed to stop in this manner, when the familiar person sends Tofu in a standstill. No doubt, no doubt- “Yua-”

The bomb in Tofu’s hand ignites. Another pulse of energy wracks the battlefield.

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A kick to his arm guard pushes back the towering commander on his heel, grunting at the unexpected force in the middle of his trek to red zone reported to him. The enemy, although their height were crossing the borders of short and approaching skyscraper requirement, looks at him with only one objective in mind: Assassinate.

The polearm clangs painfully as metal meets metal, Tulip(🌷)’s strike now expected was met with Fish’s sword. Size difference greatly plays in the strife as Tulip’s spear was pushed back. “Right hand? Second in command? Who are you?” The taller of the two asks with the distance in between them, only to be met by another swift blink, Tulip manifesting in front of him to deliver a kick to his chest.

“The one who will end you.”

“I’d like to see you try-” A jab of the spear to his right side chokes his next words, stumbling back once again but recovering as he grips the shaft of the polearm. Not a beat passes as Tulip was pulled by his own weapon forward, the momentum used as the Skyscraper slams his own forehead against Tulip's, sending the Shortie to the ground with a bloody head.

"It ends here, Shortie. Your death will mark the turning of tides for us," placing a heavy boot over Tulip's chest, the injured could do nothing but watch with a hazy gaze as Fish pulls out a gun under his coat. The end of him, they think as they can do nothing but struggle under the immovable weight.

Another pulse sends everyone stumbling.

And a sudden kick against his injured side pushes Commander Fish away from Tulip.

Engulfed in wispy darkness, the assailant helps up Tulip with a hand, their pull so strong it sends the disarmed comrade in vertigo. The only Skyscraper squints his eyes further upon the realization, “The Warmonger.”

“I said to not toil with my stars.. but go ahead.. try to hit me if you’re able.” Puppet spoke with half-lidded eyes, and when their eyes meet,

another energy pulse cracks the ground beneath them. This time, its force was more powerful, it felt as if everyone’s soul was punched out of their bodies for a split second.

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(5.2 is the ending of the Height Wars. If you would like to leave last second responses to this, remember that it would be your last. Thank you everyone for joining us in this wonderful community event. See you on the next one!)

"The fact of the matter is that war changes men's natures."

Jonathan Hardy

The community's Heights War will reach its conclusion today. You may either prepare, negotiate, trash talk, threaten or run into battle now. Options to run are also available.

Every 10 war response would be published in a summary, screenshotted and reformatted in a story setting. Depending on your group cohesion, response and stance shifts the victory to your side. If the Skyscrapers and the Shorties reach equilibrium in the scale or successfully negotiate, the war will end in a tie.

Official Members of the Sideline Newspaper:

- Anons 🍷🍵🍒🌺🗿

- Exiled

- Honeyflower

- 5"7 anon

- Childe kin anon

Shortie Anons:

- Too many to count

- Tofu Hoe from the Simp Nation

Skyscrapers Squad:

- Anons 🐟🍍🥗

- 5"11 girl anon

- Albaedhoe from the Solar Land

- I kinda lost count oopz

Why am I doing this. If y'all fail, I'm nuking. Anyways, see yall later after I spam with my left over asks again.

Executive Summary: After realizing how tall and unfair the world is, together with the mockery of the tall anons and the aggressiveness of the short ones, war started in the Land of the Exiled. A specific land barren of grassland yet filled with dry land and ruined buildings became the community's battlefield. Today we hope to reach the end of the war so we can move on to a better tomorrow.

Good luck, children.