Battle for the Fields Roleplay

Once Upon a time... Life was normal. The farmers toiled in their fields. Life was great. But then, from the skies, white ships appeared and flew over the fields. The farmers sent a messenger to the king. But he ignored them. The farmers got their swords and shields and prepared for war.

They had come...

The Robotic-Organic forces of the Universal Union known as the Sheepine had attacked, and they would not rest intill every sheep on earth was in their hands...

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IC:
The farmers stood on there walls equipped with numerous different weapons as they prepared to defend their native fields from the Alien Sheep Empire. The strange, sheep-shaped ships had landed and were pouring a mass of robotic-sheep soldiers onto the fields. A group of farmers stood on the wall...

Serpire idly picked at a stray bit of fluff on his white, slightly aged, scarf - in contrast, with his gloves, to the rest of his black outfit.
His emerald eyes flicked to and from the aliens and their ship and he licked his lips like a geko.
A crow cawed and landed beside him, bouncing slightly as it did so.
Serpire gave the bird a glance then took out his dagger, a five-inch blade that most people belived he'd used to murde rhis family - no-one sane would trust Serpire and his crow.

The Sheeps - ones covered partly in strange metals - began to move slowly towards the farmers rudimentry wall of wood. Their battle cries ringing though the air. Soon, all the farmers could hear was "Baaaa!". A farmer next to Serpire, wielding a pitchfork, threw it at one of the Sheepine troopers. It hit the sheep in the eye, and the sheep fell to the ground, lifeless. The battle had begun. A strange creation at the back began to fling small, white balls at the wall...

Serpire looked out at the Sheep.
"And so the game begins." He said to his crow.
She screeched, her black feathers jet black like the night sky. Then the crow, Sara, took flight, diving at one of the Sheep's eyes...

The Sheeps robotic eyes saw the crow, and its enchanced reflexs allowed it to dodge quickly, only allowing the crow to scrape off a small piece of gray wool. The Sheep then fired two long, dark red lazers from its robotic eyes at the crow, but the Sheepine Troopers aim was not as good as its reflexes, and it missed.

Sara circled back and gave Serpire the wool. He smiled at her.
His eyes turned to another farmer; "I'm not a monster... not to crows."

The female farmer was distracted, using a bow and some arrows to shoot down hordes of sheep. A gray ball hit the wall under Serpire, the wall shook but didn't collaspe. A mass of white was slowly moving towards the wall.
"Baaai!" Cried the Sheepine Commandant.
"BAAA!" Cried back the Sheepine Troopers.
The were nearly at the wall... a group of farmers were engaging them in close combat. They appeared to be faring quite well...

Serpire searched his clothes for... there it was.

A bottle of red ooze fell onto one of the Sheepine.

The Sheepine Trooper which was hit by red ooze hit began to burn horrifically.
It turned into ash.
A person next to him said,
"Sheep ash can be used to improve the strength of weapons"

Serpire smiled to himself.
"Does anyone have a rope?" He asked, not really expecting anyone to talk to him.

Nobody bothered to reply to him, you saw a rope had been left by a person next to you who had died. The Sheepine Troopers kept moving towards the wall but then got pushed back by volleys of arrows, though this was probably a temporary state of affairs...

Serpire sighed and tied the rope to the wall's edge, then tossed it down.
The rope hit a farmer in the face.
"Mmmh... sorry..." Serpire grimaced.

The farmer looked angry then turned as a grayish ball hit him, his body flew into the wall as Sheepine Troopers swarmed over him and started munching on his lifeless body. Ignoring you.

Serpire raided an eyebrow then dropped onto a Sheepine head and stabbed it.
He threw another red ooze bottle at another.

The first sheepine fell to the ground. Its eyes rolling around for a few moments before stopping. The second Sheepine burned into ashes which could also be collected to strengthen weapons and armour.

Serpire paused to collect the stuff, then looked around.
He could see...

A mass expanse of white forms of the Sheepine Armies, and a giant ship in the sky. Behind him was a wall. The Sheepine were closing in on him...

"Ah, great..." Serpire reached for the rope, which suddenly fell on him.
Muffles curses ensue.

The Sheepine were suddenly distracted by the other group of farmers who had engaged them outside the wall, the mass of white turned to face them, ignoring the lone farmer completely. Obviously deciding he didn't smell as nice and was probably alot less tasty to eat.

Meanwhile, Serpire was trying not to burn to death via his own ooze.

The Sheepine soldiers were slowly killing the other farmers.
A ladder came down near Serpire.
It was easy to guess it was because of his usefulness in defense, or they just wanted the Ash...

Serpire ran into a wall before finding the blue ooze.
Then he adressed the ladder.
"Technical... glitch..." He coughed.

The Female farmer looked over.
"Are you coming up Serpire, or shall you let the sheeps eat you after they are finished with the others?" She asked.

Serpire shrugged and climbed.
"I'm surprised."

"Look, just don't mentain this, or they'll berate me on how I should of let you died" She said, before firing her bow, hitting a Sheep in its red eye. The Sheepine trooper fell to the floor.