Clash of Clans
I do not own clash of clans SuperCell does.
His name was Erik. He was born of Elixir and a dream. He saw many leave his barriks with him but never returned. "Well the newbies are going to Gobltown." Erik said as he watched the warriors he trained marched off. He walked back to his room to find a noted from Derrick. It read 'Erik do to new units coming in you will need to sleep in the camp tonight. Me and the other builders are sorry for the inconvenine. signed Derrick' Erik grabbed the noted and his sword Valiant and slashed the paper in half. "DERRICK" he screamed to the heavens.
*Dauntless army camp*
Erik had walked from the barracks behind the walls to the camp half way across from the town hall and storage area. As he closed his eyes the builders where busy with their work which usually lasted well into the night. Erik dreamed of the victory over the Goblins. By morning new troops of Barbarians and pink haired warriors.
*Outside Town Hall*
Erik had approached the warriors with pink hair. "Who on Xavier the Greats world did you all get here?" he asked demandingly. One looked at him. "W...we...a...are...archers sir." she said. Erik looked at the group. "Where is your trainer" he asked them as a whole. They then pointed at the Barracks. His rage finally hit its point with the builders. "DEEEEEEEERRRRRRRIIIIICK!" he shouted. He marched over to the Barracks.
What happens Next no one knows but me. Hahahahaha.