Today's #flashfiction #TheThreeGreatestChampions

“I've just perfected an Electronic Hair Bat-Analyzer which may hold the key to this baffling question.”

Christian Bale* #quote

Went out on a shopping trip with my family. Mom got a dress to wear to my brother's wedding. We also went out for lunch. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

The Three Greatest Champions

         “It seems that we have reached a stalemate,” Paper said to Scissors and Rock. He waved in the wind elegantly while the three were surrounded by the bodies of the fallen.

         “Bah, all this struggle for nuthin'? Why should the Great War of Objects come to a draw? I want my glory!” Rock jumped up and crashed into the ground with rage. “This battle was meant to have a victor!”

Scissors snipped at the air. “I've been cutting all day, all, all day. And the day before. Cut, cut, cut. I want to cut everyone up and prove the Cutting objects to be best of all.”

          The Great War Of Objects was meant to be the war to establish the dominant kingdom. Throw in a champion from each land, the last one with a standing champion should be the dominant one. But now only three remained. Each able to take out the other. Scissors could beat Paper, Paper could Beat Rock, and  Rock could beat Scissors. If anyone tried to take a move than after one was vanquished than the other could be the victor. The first to attack lost. If a champion tried to do a surprise attack on one they were disadvantaged against, even if they narrowly took out a victory they would be too weak to win.

        To turn their back and flee would mean to be overtaken as well. So they just stood there and stared at each other for hours. From day to night. They began to talk to pass the time in the stalemate. They figured the entire fight for the championship was just business anyway. Talked till the night came. They tried to stay awake to make sure that no one attacked them in their sleep. But they all fell asleep in the same defensive positions and awoke in them the next day. The first one stirring awoke the others and the fact no one did a surprise attack startled them. Perhaps it was because they all passed out at once staring at each other defensively.

          This cycle continued for several days. They spoke enough that they became friends. The Great War Of Objects ended through them.

          Though on the mental plane of existence The Great War Of Ideas soon began to rage...