The Great Germland War, by Jacey Quek

Two hours ago, we were all living peacefully in Germland. Sharing Stories. Eating foods. Hosting parties. We weren’t prepared for what happened next. It was Kills 99.99% Of Germs, his army was advancing, ready to attack.

Their troops carefully slid down, assisted by our very host herself. Their soldiers rushed into rows of thirty. Holding our ground, we stood awake and watchful. Weapons raised in defiance.

I could smell the rose scent wafting over our army. I could hear the popping bubbles. Foaming suds closed us in. As some water began to trickle down, our army started to attack. We chucked droplets at the enemy. I saw dead skin floating away from Germland, as if trying to escape the battlefield.

Chaos erupted from the midst of combat. We fought and battled, taking down many troops. One by one, they toppled, we shall not fall. Our brave army battled with courage even when outnumbered. We could still win as we could still fight.

As more water flowed down, the soap began to retreat, saying something about their work being done here. I didn’t understand what they meant, we won. I scanned the land behind me. Many troops were dead, houses demolished, 99.99% of our population was gone. That’s when I realised. They came, not for land, but merely to wipe us out.

They will return…