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fighting cart 4
This is my entry for Cat C: vehicles of the 2017 "Braaiiinnss" contest: The fighting cart
Nobody knew how it started. First the elder succumbed to this plague, then the weak. There wasn't any discrimination. Peasants and nobles suffered the same fate. Even our gracious King fell ill and was transformed into one of these flesh-hungry beasts. With him gone, order crumbled and many lost faith in our fathers' gods. Entire cities started to either fall to this plague or were being evacuated. None should stay behind, as by doing so, his fate was sealed. A seemingly endless life of roaming hungry for human flesh. For succumbing to this plague mean that you get turned into a mindless zombie. We didn't even had time to find out how one could get sick. Most plague doctors believed that it was these creatures' breath. Or their smell. That's why most of the survivors wore masks or handkerchiefs on their face. Or even their oozing while you killed them. And oh, boy, we had our fair share of killing on our way out of the city... Our only hope was that these creatures were slow. Really slow. Unless they smelled human flesh. That drove them mad and could run like horses luckily for us, for a short distance only. I was a young lieutenant when all this happened. Our brave commander found an ox driven cart and we all got aboard. Munition was fortunately not a problem for us. It was time to flee but we didn't even know where to go. Just flee...
fighting cart 4
This is my entry for Cat C: vehicles of the 2017 "Braaiiinnss" contest: The fighting cart
Nobody knew how it started. First the elder succumbed to this plague, then the weak. There wasn't any discrimination. Peasants and nobles suffered the same fate. Even our gracious King fell ill and was transformed into one of these flesh-hungry beasts. With him gone, order crumbled and many lost faith in our fathers' gods. Entire cities started to either fall to this plague or were being evacuated. None should stay behind, as by doing so, his fate was sealed. A seemingly endless life of roaming hungry for human flesh. For succumbing to this plague mean that you get turned into a mindless zombie. We didn't even had time to find out how one could get sick. Most plague doctors believed that it was these creatures' breath. Or their smell. That's why most of the survivors wore masks or handkerchiefs on their face. Or even their oozing while you killed them. And oh, boy, we had our fair share of killing on our way out of the city... Our only hope was that these creatures were slow. Really slow. Unless they smelled human flesh. That drove them mad and could run like horses luckily for us, for a short distance only. I was a young lieutenant when all this happened. Our brave commander found an ox driven cart and we all got aboard. Munition was fortunately not a problem for us. It was time to flee but we didn't even know where to go. Just flee...