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Ha - ha - ha, Ho - ho - ho - And a couple of tra - la - las
That's how we laugh the day away, In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
Bzz - bzz - bzz, Chirp - chirp - chirp - And a couple of La - di - das
That's how the crickets crick all day, In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
We get up at twelve and start to work at one.
Take an hour for lunch and then at two we're done.
Jolly good fun!
Ha - ha - ha, Ho - ho - ho - And a couple of tra - la - las
That's how we laugh the day away, In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
Pat, pat here, Pat, pat there, and a couple of brand new straws.
That's how we keep you young and fair In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
Rub, rub here, Rub, rub there, Whether you're tin or brass
That's how we keep you in repair In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
We can make a dimple smile out of a frown.
Can you even dye my eyes to match my gown? Uh-huh!
Jolly Old town!
Clip, clip here, Clip, clip there, We give the roughest claws.
That certain air of savoir faire, In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
Ha - ha - ha - Ho - ho - ho - Ho - ho - ho - ho -
That's how we laugh the day away In the Merry Old Land of Oz!
Ha - ha - ha, Ho - ho - ho - Ha - ha - ha -ha - ha
That's how we laugh the day away, In the Merry Old Land of Oz!

Keith grabbed his straps and adjusted his pack. He set down his rifle for a minute and arched his back, hoping to relieve some of the pressure. As of by magic his NCO yelled at him. "Pick up yer damn rifle boy! What if a mooninite popped out? This is war, not a game of tag!" Keith obeyed without question, grabbed his rifle and ignoring the pain in his back. His entire 4 foot frame got back into his marching mindset. Before him was a massive airship, loading up troops for a trip to the darkside of the moon. All around him were propaganda posters procliaming in witty slogans that Lunia belonged to the Lunars.
The only good mooninite is a dead mooninite!
Fight! Fight for your decendents!
We beat earth, we can beat a bunch of natives!
For Lunia!
Keith just looked ahead, marveling at the airship in front of him. It was large enough to carry 200 men, a crew and various defenses. Emblazened on both of it's sides was the Lunia flag, so that death could wield a banner. He got closer and began walking up the bridge into the airships hold. A last glance around revealed that 5 other airships exactly like his own were also loading troops. Something about seeing those many soldiers filled his heart with pride. He stepped inside and made his way towards his bunk. This would be a hell of a war.
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The Wizard sat in his throne stroking his moustache. He had no powers, but the ruler of Lunia had always been reffered to as "The Wizard." For the last time he had suffered savage raids from the dark side of Lunia. Too long had the mooninites been allowed to exist. Now it was time for Lunia to show those savages just who was boss.
"Winnifred, cancel my Handlebar Moustache Enthusiast Club meeting, I do believe it is time for a public adress.."

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OOC: Um....ok......

The wizard stood before a large crowd of supporters, around 4,000 Lunars. Assembled withen the safety of Lunar City D-3. Nicknamed the Emerald City for it's signature green glow, it was by far the biggest of any Lunar city. It took up the entire 900km of the Copernicus crater and was surronded by various mining stations. It was this very city that had united all the Lunar city states hundreds of years ago.

With one last stroke of his moustache and an adjustment of his top hat, he walked out of his office and onto the balcony. Cheers arose and he waited for them to die down before speaking. "My fellow Lunars. I greet you warmly. Perhaps it has come to your attention that troops have been mobilized. Airships are on the move. The entire Lunar surface seems to be geared for war. What is this foe we are facing?" He waited for his audience to ask themselves the very same question, and dramatically paused to increase their hunger for an answer.

"As you know, we have lived at peace with the mooninites for years. We have just the same right to this land as they do. They are an unchanging people, their history only truly beginning when we arrived. They have no culture, and are in reality pagan savages who know nothing of Chuck Norris. And we have tolerated this, even tried to educate them. But they resisted."

"Some apologists will tell you that these savages have culture, religion, and a history. They claim that it was the mooninites who built the strange ancient temples which dot the landscape. But you and I know that is untrue. Science has proven that they do not have the brain capacity for such feats, and history tells us that these temples were built by a lost Lunar civilization. The mooninites are only capable of raids and dust huts."

"But, we have tolerated this harmful and backwards people enough. Just last week they destroyed city A-2. So, as wizard of these Lunar Lands, I hereby declare waron the entire mooninite race. Only when they have been wiped out, can we truly live in peace."

The crowd roared wildly, and top hats were thrown into the air in jubiliee. It had been at least 100 years since the War of Unification. How bad could this war be? After all, it was only a bunch of savages...

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