Day 24 of the Great Conflict.
At 08:00, we spotted the enemy.
At 08:01, they spotted us.
At 08:02, both armies stood perfectly still… pretending not to be the first to do something stupid.
Tension? Immaculate.
Plan? Non-existent.
At 08:10, one guy coughed.
Both sides flinched like it was a cannon.
At 08:15, our commander whispered, “Hold position.”
No one moved. Not out of discipline—out of fear of being that guy.
At 08:22, someone dropped a sword.
Clang.
Every head turned. Birds evacuated. One soldier whispered, “This is it…”
It was not it.
At 08:30, a random chicken walked between the two armies.
No one stopped it.
No one questioned it.
Honestly, it had more confidence than all of us combined.
At 08:40, one of their soldiers waved.
Not aggressively. Not mockingly. Just… a polite wave.
We waved back.
Now it was weird.
At 08:50, both sides slowly sat down.
No signal. No agreement. Just a silent understanding that nobody had the energy for whatever this was supposed to be.
We stayed like that for a while.
Just… sitting. Staring. Existing.
At 09:05, someone from their side yelled, “Same time tomorrow?”
No one answered.
But deep down… we all knew.
Current situation:
Battle fought: technically no
Awkwardness: overwhelming
Chicken: undefeated
The Great Conflict continues.
Sort of.