Bloony Wars

Part I Revenge of the Blimps

Chapter I
The shadow over the meadow
Mr. Bloon was a peaceful man. He could spend the whole days strolling in his tiny
grass tile and admiring the nature. His life as a red bloon was nice and simple.
But one day everything changed.
They came from the air, with a thunder of plane engines. They came from the water,
with wave breaking ships. They came from the land, with mortars and guns. Brought nothing
but death.
- To arms! The bloon commander yelled. Defend your homes!
And Mr. Bloon stood in line with his cousins, neighbors and friends. For he was a man
of honor and knew it was his duty.
The battle raged on, the ground was shaking from exploding pineapples. Mr. Bloon,
together with 99 other red bloons, received an order to attack. Seeing your friends being
burned, dissolved, frozen and popped in so many ways, Mr. Bloon was marching on. He had a
lot of reasons to fight. For his Bloonland, of course, as any patriotic bloon would do. For his
small garden he used to grow bloonbelly flowers in. And the most important, for his family
beautiful Bloonella and their little daughter, Bloonhilda. I cannot stop he thought when a
sniper shot tore his comrade apart. I will defend you all!
And he did it! Mr. Bloon made it through the main forces! Just one more turn and a
ferocious Spiked Mines tower arose in front of him. The end of the path, a sweet shelter, was
just behind the tower but Mr. Bloon was the first in line.

So this is it he thought. All this years of joy and pain, all my choices brought me here,
to this popping machine. A small tear appeared in the corner of his tiny eye. Im sorry
Bloonella, it seems we wont spend a night under the stars, like we did so many times. Not
anymore.
The spiked ball was closer and closer, a skull picture was smiling at Mr. Bloon.
Bloonhilda my little daughter. I love you. Be a good bloon and live a happy life.
Remember - Mr. Bloon closed his eyes, but didnt stop floating towards his bitter end.
Remember, no matter where you are or what you do, I will always be with
POP!

Chapter II
Exodus
- No! Bloonhilda cried, looking at the battlefield from a distance! Daddy!
- We must hide, Hildie said her mother with a trembling voice. Theyre coming.
The battle was over, the remaining defenders were popped quickly. The monkey
forces cleared the path and entered the Bloony Village. Then the real hell started. First, mortar
batteries unleashed a killing rain from above, knocking most buildings down. After that
dartling guns pierced every single bloon who tried to escape. And finally the fire mages came.
Walking slowly through the main street, they set everything on fire trees, grass, corpses of
civilian bloons everything had to perish to make space for next ugly and fearsome monkey
facility.
- Here, sweety Mrs. Bloonella knew an old tunnel leading to the forest. She and her
daughter should be safe there. We must head for the jun stop!
Suddenly they both heard a voince just ahead. A monkey voice.
- Did you see how my boomerang was chasing this stupid zebra bloon? He almost
escaped!
- Yeah, but some glue was enough to slow - hey, look!
Two monkey soldiers wielding boomerangs and shurikens spotted the escaping
Bloonella and Bloonhilda. Where do you think youre going, ladies?
- Run, Hildie! Bloonella shouted, pushing her daughter towards the tunnels entrance.
- But mom
- Do what I say! Run and dont look back! Ill stop them.
Small Bloonhilda disappeared in the darkness and Mrs. Bloonella turned back,
shivering.
- Why are you doing this? she cried with tears in her eyes. What did we do
- Oh, shut up the ninja solider said. A quick and precise shuriken shot sliced Mrs.
Bloonella bloony throat.
Bloonhilda did everything she could to pretend she didnt hear his mothers final
scream. Orphaned, exiled, broken, she ran through the old and dark path until the wild jungle
trees arose in front of her eyes. After many long hours she made it to a small Tranquil Glade
deep in the forest. In the centre on a big stone an old and creased green bloon was sitting.

- Come, my child he said with a deep voice. Who you are, I know.
- You do? Bloonhilda asked with astonishment. But
- Long before your birth your fate had been known to me, Bloonhilda. the Golden
Bloon, you are. To the bloony world bring peace, you must.
And thats how Bloonhildas training started. The green bloonmaster helped her
discovering the ways of the Bloony Force. She was working hard for months. To avenge his
family. To reclaim her land. To restore Bloonland. During all this time her head was filled
with only one thought:
The bloons shall rise again!