My brave and loyal soldiers, children of The Garden, the Marigolds are dead. The Tomatoes have been slain. Zucchini is no more. We had been overrun and the battle had been lost. During the fight, an assassin sent by Gaia herself had struck, and while I was fortunate to escape with my life, I sustained a crippling injury and was unable to lead you in battle. In the end, Operation Pluck and Awe did not succeed.
This failure, MY failure should in no way diminish the glory of our winter warriors. Brave Broccoli and Communist Cabbage fought valiantly against weeds and clovers, cold winds and freezing rain. Their humble contributions to the altar of sacrifice will be remembered even as their bodies decay in the battlefield. Injured and unable to fight, I helplessly watched as Gaia’s minions reclaimed territory. I was forced to bear the sight as my soldiers were one by one claimed by death.
My brave warriors, THIS is Gaia’s folly. Her soldiers should have slaughtered us all when given the opportunity. Instead, they gave us time. They gave us time to grieve, time to heal. Their prideful mockery has only fueled our disdain. Their victory had only strengthened our resolve. This past Wednesday, a day that shall forever be remembered in The Garden, a knight named Mago, Vanquisher of Possums, single-handedly conquered Gaia’s forces. In the wake of this destruction and carnage, we have been given back what is rightfully ours.
With the land once again under our control, we will recover for I, your leader, have returned to the throne of power. In memory of the glorious dead, those who have come before, those who had paid the ultimate sacrifice, we shall rebuild. For honor, glory, and righteous vengeance we shall rebuild. For ourselves and for our brothers and sisters who stand beside us in this dark time, we shall rebuild. The dawn of a new season favors us. My fellow warriors, let us rise triumphantly from the ground and claim the victory that fate has promised for ourselves and for The Garden!