Partner: Javon Monico
I don't know how much longer this battle against a foreign army is yet to last. My people is trying their hardest, guns blazing night and day and explosions ringing our ears. Our skies have penetrated by jets whizzing by like bullets at the speed of sound, the deafening roar hurting my brain. War has hurt us, and here I stand as someone who might risk their life displaying our strength to the opponents. I voluntarily walk out in plain sight, nothing but a fire burning next to me, smoke rising high enough a plane could see it from far away. I hold out the flag of my country, a bright blue and white beacon that begs for peace. No more do I wish to see death and sadness. Never more should there be a battle we must avoid to survive. I want peace. That is all I need. Hoping those who see this flag will understand, and that wish will come true.
It is done, we have finally won. We won against the Ravens and earned our victory for the Super Bowl. Our fans cheer ecstatically, screaming chorused together until it's a single roar of congratulations. Purple and yellow dot every corner of the stadium, and I feel so victorious and happy, like a child who managed to get their mother to buy them a game they've waited months to get. Pumped with newfound adrenaline after a hard play, I look up at the sky with both arms out, trophy in had. This day was glorious, and I could feel tears almost streaming down my tired face.
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