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 through 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 sky, 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 his friends being burned,
dissolved, frozen and popped in so many ways, Mr. Bloon marched 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
he saw the ferocious Spiked Mines tower rising 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 drawing closer and closer, the skull picture 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 a 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 wait!
Suddenly they both heard a voice just ahead. The voice of a monkey.
- 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 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 slow them down.
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 her mothers final
scream. Orphaned, exiled, broken, she ran through the old and dark path until 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. For the Golden
Bloon, you are. To the bloony world bring peace, you must. In achieving this shall I help you.
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!

Chapter III
The Golden Bloon
- This is bloonshit! Why do we have to patrol this remote, meaningless piece of crap?
- Shut up, soldier said the monkey sergeant. The government is launching an
invasion in this area in two weeks. We have to get as many information about this tile as we
can.
- They shouldve sent us south, to the lakes. Not this sticky jungle!
- Im warning you, private. One more stupid comment and you wont get bana shh!
Enemies ahead!
The small squad quickly took its position between two enormous trees. The sergeant in
the front, two snipers in the back.
- Theres something in the bushes just ahead. Can you see it?
- Sure thing one of the snipers said I think its just a yellow-type bloon.
- Execute.
The marksmonkey aimed carefully, smiling. Yet another easy kill. He pulled the
trigger and
BOING!
The loud sound echoed through the jungle.
- What the bloon was that?! The sergeant yelled.
- No idea, sir. Sounded like the bullet hit lead.
- Lead? The unfortunate shooter groaned. This cheap 0/2 rifle cannot pop lead
bloons! I was sure it was just a yellow one
- Anyway, where did it go? the sergeant whispered.
- Im right behind you the female voice said.
The three soldiers turned around to see the strangest bloon theyd ever met. She wasnt
a yellow type one. Her bloony skin was golden and shiny, just like the interior of the Great
Monkey Bank.
- Kill it, quickly! the monkey sergeant yelled, but it was too late.
The bloons dont kill other creatures, they prefer a pacifist style of life. But Bloonhilda
was different. She had no objections to killing. She had her reasons to kill. And the most
important: she had skills of killing monkeys.

She was silent, fast and deadly effective. After a second the monkeys corpses fell
onto the ground. Bloonhilda didnt have time to celebrate her victory. She marched on
towards another monkey squad. Shed lost her monkey-kill count months ago. Her enemies
knew her well, feared her. Soon they started giving her nicknames. Shapeshifter, Monkey
Doom, Stealth Killer. But there was one title she liked the most.
Bloonhilda the Dartproof.