8:29 p.m. Once upon a time, there was a fuzzy little town called Bleb Land. The creatures that lived there were called blebs. Everything was fine and dandy.
The blebs were jovial amorphous beings that went to work, raised families, and had a good time, just like you and me. However, deep in the back of each bleb's mind was a fear of oorgles.
Oorgles, as you may know, were giant dragoniferous monsters with fire-breathing snouts and dark, crusty scales. Every once in a while, the oorgles invaded Bleb Land to assert their dominance and find food. The blebs typically ran for the hills when the oorgles swarmed their towns, and more than a few blebs ended up as oorgle dinner.
However, things were going to be different this time.
A brave young bleb named Brambora told the Bleb Land Council that the next time the oorgles struck, she would rally the town to fight against the dragoniferous barbarians. Many laughed at Brambora or poo-pooed her well-intentioned bravery, but one blebman took her aside after the meeting.
"I will help you build an army, young Brambora. I am too old to fight now, but I fought with the bleb forces in the Hundred Oorgles War. I know plenty about oorgle strategy," Ooblblobe huffed in his raspy old voice.
Good to his word, Ooblblobe helped Brambora set up defense posts around the outskirts of Bleb Land. They recruited able and willing blebs of all ages, colors, and sexes to defend their happy little town.
When the oorgles came, they were unpleasantly surprised. 8:39 p.m.
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