This battle started late February. After I moved into Porto Alegre untouched, I began building defenses and sat, hoping they would come to me. They did, of course. Had me outnumbered by over 200 Strength. The battle took so long, my construction of fortifications finished towards the end...
Ha!
ACT II
SCENE III. Somewhere in the hills, near Porto Alegre.
(It is now March 25, 1942)
Enter PEDRO, PASCAL. (Two random Portugese Soldiers)
PEDRO: You alright?
PASCAL: Bullet hole in one of my canteens, that's about it.
PEDRO: The one full of booze?
PASCAL: Of course.
PEDRO: Figures.
PASCAL: Yeah.
PEDRO: Can't complain though eh? It took us what, a little over a month to fight off the Brazilians? We're lucky to be alive.
PASCAL: I'm just glad you stopped crying.
PEDRO: Hey! That was terrifying, we
were outnumbered...
PASCAL: Sooooo pathetic.
PEDRO: If you tell anyone I'll kill you!
PASCAL: Drown me in tears?
PEDRO: Let's talk about something else already. I'm glad Major General Coimbra got promoted to Field Marshal.
PASCAL: He's really earned it.
PEDRO: I wonder what's in store for us now?
PASCAL: Beats me.
PEDRO: Yeah.
Exit PEDRO, PASCAL.