I woke this morning, this sixth morning since the barrage began and stared out across a sea of purple rooftops. Despite the litter of unexploded mauve missiles acorss our fair city, it is clear that many assaults have been succesful. From the rooftops and walls to airships and chimney stacks, and everyone I have met in the past few days has borne the purple stain upon their skin. No doubt there will be many tales told in the pubs of Babbage of these purple days.
But it is time it ended.
The reports of the mysterious boat so bravely brought back by the city spies from the lair of the evil genius Doctor Obolensky were correct and accurate. It was indeed emblazoned with the word ‘Red’ and the word ‘Blue’. One label per tank. The dastardly doctor was mixing the purple paint and launching his attacks from the sea.
I have had word from Cmdr Dagger of the Babbage Navy, who have recently returned form manouvres, that they are ready to end this and will attack today. I have heard too, the mutterings of an uprising, a peoples army against the purple menace.
If the rumours are to be believed many of the brave men and women of babbage, their clothes and skin now tinted purple, will wear their colours as warpaint and descend upon the port en masse to assault the ship and take the doctor captive.
So I will be joining my fellows at 3pm SLT in Port Babbage to see the bitter end of this.I hope to see many comrades by my side.
(( Yes all, 3pm SLT, wear your purple, and come on down with hammers and steel toe caps to wreck this boat. I will also be capturing a city of purple photo set for my Primgraph blog so now is your last chance to add stains to your property if you are so inclined ))